Suburban Fables

I'll always know my
Mother's phone number
Better than I know my own
And this house that I'm living in
Will never live up to
The dream of my childhood home

Do you remember
All that it was?
Do you remember
All that it was?

I'll always know when the storms are coming
As we wait for the dirt turn to clay
And I'll never have a better time
Than when you first turned nine
And we partied at the Walmart arcade

Do you remember
All that it was?
Do you remember
All that it was?

In the secret garden
From suburban fable
Hear the mothers calling
Through the fields of green tomatoes
We'll kneel at the altar
Of the weeping willows
And we'll write our names in blood
Like a story of heroes

Can you feel
It again?
Can you feel
It again?
It again

In the secret garden
From suburban fables
Hear the mothers calling
Through the field of green tomatoes
We'll kneel at the altar
Of the weeping willows
And we'll write our names in blood
Like a story of heroes
In the secret garden

Can you feel?

In the secret garden