Suburban Fables

I'll always know my

Mother's phone number

Better than I know my own

And this house that I'm living in

Will never live up to

The dream of my childhood home

Do you remember

All that it was?

Do you remember

All that it was?

I'll always know when the storms are coming

As we wait for the dirt turn to clay

And I'll never have a better time

Than when you first turned nine

And we partied at the Walmart arcade

Do you remember

All that it was?

Do you remember

All that it was?

In the secret garden

From suburban fable

Hear the mothers calling

Through the fields of green tomatoes

We'll kneel at the altar

Of the weeping willows

And we'll write our names in blood

Like a story of heroes

Can you feel

It again?

Can you feel

It again?

It again

In the secret garden

From suburban fables

Hear the mothers calling

Through the field of green tomatoes

We'll kneel at the altar

Of the weeping willows

And we'll write our names in blood

Like a story of heroes

In the secret garden

Can you feel?

In the secret garden