The Garden Gate

Verse 1

I hesitate

Siting by the garden gate

Trying to contemplate

Small birds fly

Tracing circles in the summer sky

Pre-Chorus

Waiting for a sound

Spinning round and round

Hoping for the rain

Watching through the pane

Chorus

But the afternoon goes slow

It goes slow

Yes it goes slow

Like a river made of glass

Letting every minute pass

While the afternoon goes slow

Verse 2

Cotton sleeves

Tangled in the willow leaves

The wind bends and weaves

Clock hands move

Nothing left for me to prove

Pre-Chorus

Waiting for a sound

Spinning round and round

Hoping for the rain

Watching through the pane

Chorus

But the afternoon goes slow

It goes slow

Yes it goes slow

Like a river made of glass

Letting every minute pass

While the afternoon goes slow

Bridge

Maybe tomorrow

Maybe some other day

Maybe in June

When the shadows start to pull away

I will find a reason to stay

Chorus

But the afternoon goes slow

It goes slow

Yes it goes slow

Like a river made of glass

Letting every minute pass

While the afternoon goes slow

Post-Chorus

Going slow

Oh it's going slow

Taking its time

Going slow