Jack Pine

Well, I ain’t ever seen a tree
That chopped itself down
But my roots have grown too deep
I’m stuck in the ground
It’s time that I stepped to the side
And get out of my way
You see, my branches pine for something
That’s just out of reach
You’d think with all the shit I say
I could practise what I preach
But no, I’m stuck with my feet on the ground
And my head in the clouds
And when a tree just stays where it’s put
I know that it don’t make a sound
Singing «oh
I’ll rip my roots out of this ground»
Singing «oh»
Whoa
I saw an apple lose all hope
And then fall to the floor
A tear rolled down its cheek
As it took a bite of its own core
Dying on the ground
Discontent with the life it got
Why don’t you pick yourself up off the ground
Instead of sitting there to rot?
Singing «oh
I’ll rip my roots out of this ground»
Singing «oh»
Whoa, yeah
My folks lost their leaves long ago
They don’t say much anymore
My brothers and sister are standing tall
Will they hear it if I fall?
Fall down
The older that I get, the bigger my gut
By this time next year, I’ll dig myself out of this rut
I say the same thing every year
Every year disappears
You don’t have to cut me open
To see how I’ve aged
In time, I’ll turn every sliver
Into words on a page
I long for the day where I’ll rip
These roots out of this ground
The townspeople will scratch their heads and say
«Well, gee, I’ve never seen a tree walk around!»
Singing «oh
I’ll rip my roots out of this ground»
Singing «oh»
Whoa
Singing «oh
I’ll rip my roots right out of this ground»
Singing «oh»
Whoa, yeah