Pine Lyrics

These walls are made of clouds; the clouds are fed the trees

The tree came from an acorn; the acorn fell on me

I am a lumberjack with a set of wooden teeth

Waiting for the day for you to fall on me

I grew up by a river; the river fed the sea

You made my life complete in 1943

Mother always told me to be careful what you seek

Or you may find yourself in the land of make-believe

And you could save me with a signal or a sign

Meet me with Chef Boyardee and a cup of wine

I will be waiting here with the deer and the chipmunks and the pine

You can cut me open, count my rings, and tell me what you find

So now it's clear to me that you're no longer mine

I feel a storm a-comin'; I'm boarded up inside

As I sniff some glue, this hail comes down like a thousand little eyes

The two inside my head will keep on crying 'til I die