A gardener told me some plants move

But I could not believe it

Till me and Hannah Hunt

Saw crawling vines and weeping willows

As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix

A man of faith said

Hidden eyes could see what I was thinking

I just smiled and told him

That was only true of Hannah

And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln

Our days were long our nights no longer

Count the seconds, watching hours

Though we live on the US dollar

You and me, we got our own sense of time

In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried

And missed those freezing beaches

And I walked into town

To buy some kindling for the fire,

Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces

If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah

There's no future, there's no answer

Though we live on the US dollar

You and me, we got our own sense of time.