Story Behind The Song

the ironic hatred for my sister

Song Description

I really, really hate my sister

Lyrics

Hedgerow growing through the window, makes it hard to see the street.
Standing still watching the grass grow, pedicured under her feet.
As she waits and wonders lifeless, as the wind blows through her dreams.
When the wind blows through the garden, do you think she?ll feel relief?

Mr. Heavy, he?s the mentor, blazing hair and snappy feet.
Never guess that he?s the gardener digs with tools from underneath.
No one knows that he?s the butler, tans his feet just like a leaf.
But when the wind blows through the garden, do you think he?ll feel relief?

Hal and Al, They hit the big time, even though they seem relieved.
Somehow feel their days are numbered, hard to see from underneath.
The piper, he is playing, better pay well in advance.
No time now to fix a memory, love loss at a glance.
Alice sits and wonders silent, why see can and why she can?t.

Alice sits there in the sunroom, needing light to bring the rain.
Story seems all too familiar, sun and rain don?t seem the same.
Storm clouds gather slowly, those that bring the rain.
Mother nature seems a sight now, come again some other day.