The Pines

I don't care what people say, I can't be satisfied
Pushing paper, taking orders now until I die
Running through the pines
Baby's by my side

So your daddy thinks we're lazy, he's preoccupied
By the voices on the radio that tell him lies
Why take his advice?
No one leaves alive

Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (in the California sky)
Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (in the California sky)
Towering tinsel, I'm so high I'm passing by

Running through the pines
Baby's by my side