The singing tree was the first tree that I last met
At the onset..of my backstep
He shook hands in a manner that was slightly offset
And by the last set ...I had tired

Chorus:
(Guitars and da-de-das and HEYS!)

She sang a song in a long yet familiar melody
And in the same key...but on my dime
I heard a call that would follow on the very last note
As a riverboat...idled by

Chorus:
Solo:

I am aware that you stare when you know I'm not well
But this is the only pill...dare I sign?
The summer air was the same air that I first felt
As the ground swell...how her note held

Shabba rant:
I am a rolling stone worn past the bone and clearly spent
I learned not to resent but to blind myself from it
...And get away from here

It was a silly tree and with the first step that I last met
And at the onstep it wasn't my first step
He should hands in a manner that's slightly offset.
And by the last set...