Weed Gospel

[Verse 1]
We count the Monarchs on Ababa's dying lime tree
Another empty Folgers can for the honeybee
The sound from your window's a low humming prayer
We see the same VCR light flicker in there

[Pre-Chorus]
And every night from the porch steps, we trade a Dutch Masters back and forth
Watchin' the city try to prune you back to north
The mailman stops leavin' the catalogs, the ivy takes the chain-link slow
You used to say "I'll get to it tomorrow"

[Chorus]
We plant nightshade where the good roots used to be
We don't rewind this part for company

[Verse 2]
Your brother pulls up in his leased-out Acura twice a week
Leaves a bag from Safeway, too afraid to speak
Last Thursday, the air smelled like circuits and dust
The day the old refrigerator finally gave up its ghost

[Pre-Chorus]
And from the asphalt court, we can trace your whole life on the pane
The condensation map of some internal rain
The city wants to call it blight, to put a lien up on the spot
But we remember every single thing you're not

[Chorus]
We plant nightshade where the good roots used to be
We don't rewind this part for company

[Bridge]
Is this the rot that settles in the floor joists?
The kind of quiet that just swallows all the voices?

[Outro]
We know the words to your hymn.
We sing it back to him.