These Pines

These pines are not the ones that Im used to They wont carry me home when I cry
Am I too far gone to recover
Or can I turn if I try
Should I trade my soul for another
Should I stay and pretend that Im happy
Like so many times before
Yeah these pines
Are not mine
They dont smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles
til I run out of time
But I dont see you in these pines.
Di I stumble or falter my words
When Im saying everything is all right
Im not one to release my depression
But these trees bring it out every night
Well I dont talk cos Im trying to listen
To the wind take me home through these leaves
But its quiet and dont hear nothing
Cos the wind doesnt blow through these trees