Banana Tree

I got a call

From the far away home

You want me back where things went wrong

But I'm here behind my banana tree

Drinking margaritas while I'm dancing to the beat I mean, the way you talk

You make me feel rude

The way you want me

I'm acting like I do

Did you call to hear the sound of the trees?

I got no money in my pockets

And a reason to believe

There ain't a place where I have to walk to I dont mind about missing the show

I've got a box full of failures

and I'm here burning under the sun burning under the sun

They're coming for me

They're coming for me

how can I hide myself behind those trees

I heard this is the only place to be

Drinking margaritas and forget about the bills I mean, the way you talk

You make me feel rude

The way you want me

I'm acting like I do

I thought I hadn't left any traces

They found me here and it's hard to believe I thought I hadn't left any traces

but now I don't even have time to breathe I was having fun, you were having fun,

but the past always comes up with the bill