Trees

The Early November

Compositor: Arthur Carl Enders / Jeffery Matthew Kummer

Didn't know who I'd be
Frail at 15
I drove off the road
Under covers of leaves
Heavy hearted we fell
No one can hear a sound
But the trees
Don't know who I'd be
Without you and me

Miles of streets
All pile on me
The weight isn't free
And I fade in two weeks
You grab my hand and walk out
Made a floor of branches we found
In the trees
Don't know who I'd be
Without you and me

The roots in the ground
Are holding us down
The pavement on top
Keeps us dry from above
The limbs aren't perfect but sound
Making life out of puzzles we found
In the trees
Oh, don't want to be
Someone without you and me
Without you and me