Gardener's Hoe Songtext

As I pull up to the hill at last
I get a sense that I know its past
And I know that it's stupid
I feel the house is ruined
Nevertheless, I go right in
I wanna tell my host where I've been
I would say that I'm sorry
Nobody there to tell

On the note is writ:
"Take the last room on the left
I've got nothing to describe the joy I feel
Now I know I'm not alone
And far from the gardener's hoe
A better sense, I hope
Better things to come than the one we're in"

Fucked up crazy old man
I don't know what he thinks
Inviting me here does to his good nature
I won't lie: you're fucked
Feel that sliding in my gut
Get it? Got it, gotta get outside
'Cause outside you're not that much to fear
You're not much from the things that I hear
But don't you get any closer
Or I'll put a knife in your shoulder

I'll wait here for day to come
Better come sometime soon