A gardener told me
some plants move
But I could not believe it
Till me and Hannah Hunt
Saw crawling vines
and weeping willows
As we made our way from
Providence to Phoenix
A man of faith said
Hidden eyes could see
what I was thinking
I just smiled and told him
That was only true of Hannah
And we glided on through
Waverley and Lincoln
Our days were long our nights
no longer
Count the seconds watching hours
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me
we got our own sense of time
In Santa Barbara Hannah cried
And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire
Hannah tore the New York Times
up into pieces
If I can't trust you then damn
it Hannah
There's no future
there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me
we got our own sense of time
If I can't trust you then damn
it Hannah
There's no future
there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me
we got our own sense of time