Garden Home

Been up here for a season, but I cannot find the reason
That I seem to be so unappealing
Is it my little big belly or my sculpted clothes?
Look, I didn't pick them - when they made me
They didn't ask me for my feelings

But I guess that doesn't matter, 'cuz I'm just sitting here
Stuck on the top shelf with my little white beard
And my tall red hat and my cheeky smile
And no one cares to think if I'll

Be in this store for five more years
Or just twenty minutes, do I make it clear?
They think I'm just taking up their space
You are my last chance to get away

I'm just a garden gnome
And I ain't got no garden to call home
So please, just walk right to my shelf
I don't wanna wind up all by myself
On the clearance aisle
On the clearance aisle

I know my time is coming soon
If I'm not bought, I'll be moved
I'll be evicted from my spot on the decor shelves
And moved to sit beside the Christmas elves

I won't be in season too much longer
Soon enough, spring will be over
I've only got a couple more weeks, so this is my appeal
Think about how this little gnome feels

I'm just a garden gnome
And I ain't got no garden to call home
So please, just take me off the shelf
I don't wanna wind up all by myself

On the clearance aisle
On the clearance aisle

I see your hand reaching up to grab me
I don't think I've ever been this happy
In my whole entire little sculpted smiling fake happy gnome life

You sit me down in your cart
Right beside your box of Pop-tarts
And for the first time I feel at home
I'm just a garden gnome
But you're buying me and taking me home
You set down down beside your lilies
I know this may sound a little bit silly

But you saved my life
From the clearance aisle
You saved my life
From the clearance aisle



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Futrell
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