These pines are not the ones that i'm used to
They won't 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 i'm happy
Like so many times before
Yeah these pines
Are not mine
They don't smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And i search the needles
'til i run out of time
But i don't see you in these pines.
Do i stumble or falter my words
When i'm saying everything is all right
I'm not one to release my depression
But these trees bring it out every night
Well i don't talk 'cos i'm trying to listen
To the wind take me home through these leaves
But it's quiet and don't hear nothing
Cos the wind doesn't blow through these trees