Lyrics of Garden of lavender

Was on a flight home from—well, it doesn't matter
Eleven hours, a million thoughts were gathered
And my mind kept racing to my garden of lavender
I wanted to get to them so they wouldn't die
When i got home, they were dry as weed
While the vines wrapped around them b-horror film green
I'm not sure what my lavender symbolized
But inside my heart cried
And my heart is drawn to the small (?) within
That i can't help but to give my focus and attention and care
Cause they shut off and (?) hijack my brain
Help to tune out what (?) can cause me pain
And i care for the animals that gather 'round my yard
And my sister's children and i care for my garden
I'm swarmed upon by bumblebees
And yellow jackets and wasps and hornets that dart out and sting

I see the big orange tabby cat
Getting warm on the (?)
He turns over on his back
Looking for a belly rub
I see the deer trap
And the snow on the end of the path
That leads into my backyard
I hear the sound of my girlfriend's car
Coming up the driveway and it fills my heart
With joy
Though i know it'll all end someday
And someone else will be sleeping in my mountain house
Wondering who lived here before
Just like i sometimes do
Though i've never really cared to explore
I see the chocolate and peanut butter cat
I look at him and he looks back
I snap my fingers and blow him a kiss
He rubs his head against my hand and we reminisce

I walk downtown and see the christmas lights
Along the highway and how they shine
And i'm reminded of when i was a child
How happy i felt when i opened the box and saw a guitar inside

Was on a flight to somewhere that i can't remember
I feel like i lived so many lives, i can't put it all together
Dordrecht, holland, yeah that was it
I had a nice dinner with a concert promoter and his korean wife, soo-young kim
He dropped me off at an old spooky hotel
I felt like an old man in a castle looking over at the canal
Then i went and i played for a crowd but my heart wasn't there
I came back to my room and i slouched in my bed
Still stewing about my dried up lavender
Then i fell asleep in the dark dead night
And i dreamed of a blue jay digging up a seed
And pass it to another's beak
Watched him soar to another branch
Then a possum (?) trash can
Then i woke up one rainy morning in dordrecht, holland
And i got on my flight for london, england

Then i took a cab from heathrow right to westfield mall in shepherd's bush
Where i bought a raincoat, then checked into the k west hotel
And ate at a polish restaurant down the street
I played the next night at shepherd's bush empire
Neil halstead and his band were opening, their soundcheck sounded great
As i watched, i remembered playing with mojave 3 in the mid-'90s
One of the shows being at cmj in new york
And i remembered seeing them open for gomez in madrid in 1998
I was with my girlfriend marina but i somehow managed to sneak in an unforgettable kiss with rachel backstage
One of those kisses that you'll take to your grave
Gomez knew i was there, and they played "grace cathedral park" that night and i got pretty choked up listening to them
So anyhow, i played my show at shepherd's bush that night and a fan heckled me asking if i really hated nels cline
I explained that i didn't, that his name just rhymed with one word or the other
After the show, i left with my agent, ed, and his wife, and alessia, and we talked for a bit
And i walked back to the k west with my guitar and got into my bed, called my girlfriend and fell asleep