A gardener told me some plants move But I could not believe it 'Til 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 Waverly and Lincoln Our days were long and 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 Amidst those freezing beaches 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. 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.