Aaron Thompson - The Garden The Road lyrics

On the last train to Providence I will wear my mask And believe that all my joyful thoughts Will bring the colors back The radio was playing There's a memory of a note That cries and recedes, and gnashes it's teeth As it drifts along the coast My wrongs they are many But my regrets they are none Only a lonely shadow ever hurt no one And I dreamed a life I've never known Filled my pockets with the falling snow I stand in time between the past and the unknown Between the garden and the road As the last great war hero Looked upon his men He said 'My weary sons I fear My faith is wearing thin.' For he had come to love them And he saw them as his own He stepped back from the podium And followed his thoughts home As he gazed upon that open road He filled his pockets with the falling snow He walks in time between his past and his unknown Between his garden and the road