Pine Trees
You can walk in the pine treesYou can sit downYou can hold the earth in your hands
You can run from all thisYou can go the long wayYou can carry my weight the whole way down
As the crow flies straightHolds me in his gazeAs he rises to his fateWe can do the same
I try not to visualize other people's eyesAnd their compromising waysAnd as I leave them far behindI try to hide the route of my escape
You can sit in the pine treesYou can feel at homeYou can breathe a sigh of silence in the woodsYou can bawl your heart outMake your feelings knownThings the grass already knows
As the crow flies straightHolds me in his gazeAs he rises to his fateWe can do the same
I try not to visualize other people's eyesAnd their compromising waysAnd as I leave them far behindI try to hide the route of my escape