Geese on the lawn, picking up the apples from the trees there on the ground,Searching for a ripe one, but the right one isn’t there, it isn’t anywhere,When the gardener’s cleared the branches up above.

Through the door, he staggered ‘cross the floor, then he collapsed in a heap.Sea-bound seeker what are you looking for, what do you want from me?And it’s all sane and it’s all well, But it’s all just the same when you make your own hell

Change the scene, put a few hours in between, and follow her into the bar room.Midnight dancer, is what they say true? Why does this darkness surround you?Then the door slams and they’re at it again,With fear in his eyes and fire in her hands.

Geese on the lawn, picking up the apples from the trees there on the ground,Searching for a ripe one, but the right one isn’t there, it isn’t anywhere,When the gardener’s cleared the branches up above.

Clear the room, we’ve got another typhoon, pouring in off of the street.Does it show? No I never really know, you just want, just want to get me off of my feet.Then a scene change and the thought fades And the typhoon turns the night into a daze.

Sea-bound seeker you’ll never know just what you mean to me.

Then the last scene where the branch fell,And the same dream where you say farewell.

Geese on the lawn, picking up the apples from the trees there on the ground,Searching for a ripe one, but the right one isn’t there, it isn’t anywhere,When the gardener’s cleared the branches up above.

Geese On The Lawn (vocal)

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