Yellow Weeds - Grant-Lee Phillips

Yellow weeds

Yellow weeds

I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed

All of my memories

Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

God’s little acre’s overgrown

I hardly recognize my home

I used to drive these roads at midnight in the fog

Have to remind me now, I might get lost

Yellow weeds

Yellow weeds

I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed

All of my memories

Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

There’s my old school, I’ve got to slow

Same place my Dad, he used to go

Chain on the fences now, locks on every door

Won’t hear the laughing of the children anymore

Yellow weeds

Yellow weeds

I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed

All of my memories

Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

Past ain’t a place that’s built to stand

This I know, I feel it slipping through my hands

Even my recollection’s bound to fade in time

Long as I can I want to hold it close to mine

Another highway shrine, a little wooden cross

Another pistol goin' off

This ground is taking back her blessings one by one

You’ve got to count them all before we’re overrun

Yellow weeds

Yellow weeds

I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed

Yellow weeds

Yellow weeds

Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds