Tom Buffalo Tree House
Seasons chang and I have found you Looks like you've been here a long time Looks like you are here to stay And I reason that that's O.K. When though, when will you be leaving You're way up in the trees Or afloat on the seas I can't afford your voice But I have no choice Your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly And I once held on to you so tightly You were made of wood And cried that no one understood But I had splinters in my fingers Tears well in my eyes No surprise Washed swiftly from the sands Into my hands Into my hands Tree house, your mind is like a tree house I climb up the shaky ladder Your bird flies with you With claws of orange hue I watch you flying over my head You could not care less So you got more Like driftwood from the shore You were rotten to the core Rotten to the core Seasons change Seasons change Seasons change .. © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI
