Picture yourself

In the shade of a tree.

Alone in your thoughts

But your held by the breeze.

With sand in your fingers

And dirt in your hands

As you try your best

to understand.

Don't look at you

And don't look at me.

Don't hold on to

What you think sets you free.

Just sit at the end of the road

And begin to be stell.



Where could it be?

Under the tree



You look for a thread

Of what's true in the wind

As it passes and then disappears.

And you're left there standing

To finally face all your fears.



Under the tree... yeah



It might take a minute.

It might fly away.

You might have to come back

On some other day.

But sooner or later

An answer will come

If you stay for a minute and see.

The solitude nightmare

That once made you run

Is off in the distance...

Can't hurt anyone.

And maybe there's something

To learn in the calm of the sea.