you planted hell with Eden
strummin’ Petty, tender muse
your tested grace a candle
to the thick and misty blues
a rose in thorny gardens
if I could, I’d bear an axe
then graft that tree of apples
so the gods could pay you back
and if there ain’t no Eden
keep on strummin’, willow muse
just wish we’d met up somewhere
bar the thick and misty blues