Garden's Gone

All kinds of people want to know Where's the action of our day I wasn't old enough to know The garden's gone All kinds of people flock in droves To the action of the time And find it such a chore to ignore The garden's gone But people out here see whatever they want to The folks who don't just keep themselves inside People out here leave whenever they want to And people don't know how to say goodbye All kinds of people marry people all the time