The Rose Petalled Garden Black Label Society

Yeah, yeah

Alone in the garden and all that would be
Alone in the garden, your thought would set you free
Nowhere to draw water, and if you could it would be damned
Go on turn your back now on everythin'

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Barefoot baron and dust distorts the sound
Last one left in this godforsaken town
Tarnished all your memories, your smile's affront at best
As you stare out the tilted window, is it one big second guess?

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I'm so faraway
I'm so faraway
I'm so faraway
I'm just so damn faraway

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah