In My Tree
Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers meant enough to me, yeah
No more crowbars to my head, yeah
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah
I wave to all my friends, yeah
Oh, they don't seem to notice me, no no
All their eyes are on the street, no, oh
On sidewalk, cigarettes and scenes, oh
And I'm so high above the ground
And I'm so high, the wind, he shakes
I'm just holdin' on to my innocence
Hey, [Incomprehensible] on the run
Well now hey [Incomprehensible] on the run
I remember him, yeah
I swore I knew everything, oh
Oh and knowledge is a dream, oh
Oh, he's growing up just like me, oh
And I'm so high, the wind, he shakes
And I'm so high, well above the ground
And I'm still holdin' on to my innocence