From the recording The Sun
Lyrics
A Bare Tree
walking along late November
in fields of long grass
a bare tree and a cloudy sky
loom lurking past
wind chills
chills you to the soul
just a reminder
of how we get old
I see things I don’t quite understand
things differing from man to man
sometimes they’re good sometimes they’re bad (2x)
where are you roots are they in the ground
do you hear the sound of thunder in the distance
what can you do what have you found
that those around you make you tense
what do you say when you’re all alone
and the sky is dark and the sirens moan
do you feel the pull
the pull to the end
that’s when the sirens sound
like the wind
when will you go away for a while
just to make you smile as you grow old
do you feel the pull
and will you smile when things are finally fulfilled
starts to rain and the rain is hard
and the rain is cold so the harder you hold
to the tree in the filed
beneath’s shelter you seek
but the leaves are all gone
and the branches creak in the wind.
I see things I don’t quite understand
things differing from man to man
sometimes they’re good sometimes they’re bad (2x)