[Verse]

Call me a coward if you have to

I anticipated it

That's why my ears are stuffed up with feathers

I am hanging in my magic garden

In a hammock held by magic

And swaying over beds of enriched soil

I'm flying in my magic car seat

I'm in amongst the geese

And I think I can see my house from up here

It is an ugly pile of ashes

Waiting for an arsonist

To come back and turn it an Eichler with a kiss

[Interlude]

My courage is pulling in

Back from Home Depot already

With an ordinary garden hose

I told them I had a garden

[Verse]

You see, I am a gardener

What's with the ashes?

I use them to enrich the soil

In which I plant these mystеry seeds

Then I fill a pot with dark oil

And bring it to a simmer wherе it stays

I'm botanical and culinary

He's botanical and culinary

The beginning and middle parts of life

Are summed up in those first two hobbies

And, third, I am an ornithologist

He's an ornithologist

Now, let me tell you how the goose got cooked

[Instrumental]

[Interlude]

The goose flew headlong into my window

Rushing to tell me something, but she died

She died on impact

[Chorus]

Goodbye, my friend, I will see you at the white Eichler

Your neck's not broken any more in the white Eichler

You left that earthen color down below

And the bright, white Eichler is where you're gonna go

Goodbye, my friend, I will see you at the white Eichler

Your view is aerial again in the white Eichler

It isn't far, it's only a stone's throw, you're gonna go

You're gonna go to the bright, white Eichler, I know

Goodbye, my friend, I will see you at the white Eichler

Your beak is foraging again in the white Eichler

And in that garden, weeds are gonna grow

And the bright, white Eichler is where you're gonna go

Goodbye, my friend, I will see you at the white Eichler

Your wings will animate once more in the white Eichler

It might seem wrong, but a window is a window, you're gonna go

You're gonna go to the bright, white Eichler, I know