You and your big ideas. Taking your time with me. Faithful as I faltered. Steady as I stumbled. A lifeline tossed in a boiling sea. Whose dream was that -. To parcel up my soul and pass the hat?. That’s not a style that suits you much. You lack that tender touch. That brings them back for more. Drove your old man out the door. When you tried it on before. You and your big ideas. And now that the scars don’t show. How Does Your Garden Grow?