Sycamore Tree

Just how high in that sycamore tree Will I have to climb to see? Branch by branch an attempt to accept Or just to make a scene? When cicadas poke up from underground Will I even hear a sound? Up on high, I'm preoccupied Who's gonna pull me back down to the ground? You were water spilled out That we couldn't save I held out my hands as you fell away You were water spilled out That we couldn't save You were water spilled out That we couldn't save So I'll save our plans for another day You were water spilled out That we couldn't save Til you come back down with the pouring rain Stuck dead in the tracks down in Brooks Warehouses and winding roads Bedroom town for the cold, poor, and alone So much for a home, I don't wanna know Pour it out on the children in the street My brothers and I gather around, but no one speaks What's my connection to this now? One less tie to bring me back You were water spilled out That we couldn't save I held out my hands as you fell away You were water spilled out That we couldn't save You were water spilled out That we couldn't save So I'll save our plans for another day You were water spilled out That we couldn't save Til you come back down with the pouring rain Strain my eyes for a chance to see Rose lens, heaven bent, progression to the past tense What's my excuse for anything now? So dense, sixth sense, precognition in the aftermath You were water spilled out That we couldn't save I held out my hands as you fell away You were water spilled out That we couldn't save You were water spilled out That we couldn't save So I'll save our plans for another day You were water spilled out That we couldn't save Til you come back down with the pouring rain