My garden is filled with cucumbers and peppers
My life is a mixture of balloons and yes, sirs
As for the good life, I might do it one other way

While out on the beach there are two empty chairs
That say more than the people who ever sit there
From under my lone palm I can look out on the day

Where no bird flies by my window
No balloon is tied to my wrist
Love is wave building to a party store
Ride if you will, ride it with wits

I knew this girl made of trivia and phrases
Who had her own life in both chapters and stages
Danced 'til the dawn, she wished all her concerns away

Well she wasn't insane no she wasn't mad
She wanted the husband that she never had
From under my lone palm I think about her today

Where no bird flies by my window
No balloon is tied to my wrist
Love is wave building to a party store
Ride if you will, ride it with wits

We sailed from the port of dual implication
Young and married with so much to learn
Days turned into years before we could face our fears
But to the port of dual implication

My garden is filled with cucumbers and peppers
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles
Come Christmas winds and blow all my worries away

Where no bird flies by my window
No balloon is tied to my wrist
Love is wave building to a party store
Ride if you will, ride it with wits

Sing if you will, sing to the sea