Standard (EADGBE)

You are nothing but a piece of driftwood

 But I can feel the pain and misery

 And in this rut I'm stuck with roots a-pining

 But I'm not a man so I must be a tree

I can't be real, yes I must be a tree

 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me

And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me

 That's why I know that I must be a tree

Every month you mate our need gets bigger

 My heart has hardened like a knot of wood

And things won't be so shady for you anymore

 Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood

I can't be real, no I must be a tree

 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me

And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me

 That's why I know that I must be a tree

From The Kindling LP

Warner Brothers Records