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

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

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

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

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