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