text: I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane
  And though we shared a common space I know Ill never meet again
  The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror
  I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer
  I asked him would he hurry
  But we crawled the canyons slowly
  Through the buyers and the sellers
  Through the burglar bells and the wishing wells
  With gangs and girly shows
  The ghostly garden grows
  The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
  I looked through window-glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey
  I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
  The city grated through chrome-plate
  The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
  Through the tunnel tiled and turning
  Into daylight once again I am escaping
  Once again goodbye
  To symphonies and dirty trees
  With parks and plastic clothes
  The ghostly garden grows
  He asked me for a dollar more
  He cursed me to my face
  He hated everyone who paid to ride
  And share his common space
  I picked my bags up from the curb
  And stumbled to the door
  Another man reached out his hand
  Another hand reached out for more
  And I filled it full of silver
  And I left the fingers counting
  And the sky goes on forever
  Without meter maids and peace parades
  You feed it all your woes
  The ghostly garden grows
  You feed it all your woes
  The ghostly garden grows