House In The Trees

Jami was a good friend

Back when we were kids and my father got sick

We would hang out on the weekends

In a house by the cathedral

Where all the good people

Got dressed up on a Sunday

To go and spill their secrets no matter who the preacher was

We used to find that funny

But it's easy when you're young not to realize that you're lucky

When the last of your friends have gone

You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on

But if you crash and nobody sees

Just remember there will always be

A room for you in my house in the trees

Aaron was a good friend

We were in our 20s

We drove across the country

Then moved into the canyon

And he looked after the business the year that I got sick

Then we went off in different directions

Kept in touch but it never was the same

I never got to thank him

But I wrote it in a letter

I'm sure I'll send it some day

When the last of your friends have gone

You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on

But if you crash and nobody sees

Just remember there will always be

A room for you in my house in the trees

I am a lucky man

I have been so many places

When I dream it seems I'm chasing

A bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memory

When the last of your friends have gone

You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on

But if you crash and nobody sees

Just remember there will always be

A room for you in my house in the trees