Even Here We Are - Paul Westerberg

It’s a beautiful flower in your garden

But the most beautiful by far

Is the one growing wild in the garbage dump

Even here, even here we are

It’s the song of the bird way up in the sky

But the most beautiful by far

Is the scream of the man who never learned to fly

Even here, even here we are

Even here, even here we are

When the sun shines bright, it’s a beautiful sight

But the most beautiful by far

Is the blind girl alone, the angel of the night

Even here, even here we are

It’s a beautiful flower in your garden

But the most beautiful by far

Is the one growing wild in the garbage dump

Even here, even here we are

Even here, even here we are

Even here, even here we are