treepeople

What do I care? I'll clean up to make things

Look their very best, to feel my worst

What's inside is no longer mine to destroy

But all the same on each new SundayI'll be repaid again with memories

Of trailer park gravel streets evenings

Alone in a new home, sunlight shinning

Through the front window, treepeople on my radioListen closely, I've got absolutely

Nothing to say to you

That you think you already knewGrow old and uninspired

Floor'll crumble if you get tired

Don't grow old and uninspired

Floor'll crumble if you get tiredI'm losing the steam