The Arborist

This walk through life is harder than it used to be Scorching weeds to keep them from growing The acid soil, pulling up roots, relocate To a garden bed that's fertile and free

But watch what you're stepping on And who veils the light Well there's always a weasel or two and the Snake's out at night, but I'll

Turn towards the sun Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon Roam, but never run Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Once they stood battered and bruised with hell below With witches broom it's time to fell The autumn wind blows with a sign of what's to come Rake those leaves and draw the blinds

You've always been what you're becoming and I Can't bear to watch, so I'll

Turn towards the sun Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon Roam, but never run Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Babe, if we were strolling Through the memories You can't pollinate the good ones Or somehow pull the bad We set them up, and watch them fall away, fall away!

So I turn towards the sun Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon Roam, but never run Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Hey, without ever knowing you We were hand in hand Sewing seeds of future So many plans were made We set them up, now watch them fall away

Babe, if we were strolling Through the memories You can't pollinate the good ones Or somehow pull the bad We set them up, and watch them fall away, fall away!