The Leaning Tree

[Verse 1] Scattered relics of all your loves Lying 'round your dusty rugs Baring old souls, opening old scars Dissonant wallow of guitars [Verse 2] Burning off Indian sun On the water barges hum Through the bay window panes Colors magnify and blaze [Verse 3] Sleeping poet's perfect dream Pastel homes along the sea This I would, this I will Leave to join you in the hills [Verse 4] For you I would, for you I will Leave this for the auburn hills Find your old peeling house Find you out there [Verse 5] Hear the owl call from the tree Smell the midnight forest breathe Shield you from the stalking night Wake you in the morning [Verse 6] You came to me in a dream Walking down the path by the cold, icy stream The white of the snow coating the pines In the Sierra wintertime [Verse 7] You disappeared, you left me alone In the old master room of my mountain home And I called for you, so many times And longed for one more day with you in my life I long for one more day with you in my life [Verse 8] I see you there in my dreams Your poise is perfect, that of a statuesque queen Your beautiful hair, your ocean blue eyes That bear the depths of your losses inside [Verse 9] I begged of you so many times To forgive me once and for all for all of my lies To forgive me once and for all for all of my lies [Outro] Oh my me, the leaning tree Like a dying hand As we pass the long dead grass Thirsty in the sun Memories rest beyond the broken fence Let their spirits be The birds have left their mother's nest On the roses' thorns There they sway over the bleach-white graves Sprawled over the hill