Witness Trees

To be alone for a time, for a long time On a road between contentments Witness trees in a line, in a long line Witness my resentments Every petty little thought of mine Where do you go, my darling? When you do not sing Where do you go? And you've been told The streaks of gold In your hair mean nothing Oh no, not so To be afraid for a time, for a long time There's no angel watching I see a sign in the breeze In the wind, in the trees In the skies over Austin Where do you go, my darling? When you do not sing Where do you go? And you've been told The streaks of gold In your hair mean nothing Oh no, not so Where do you go, my darling? When you do not sing Where do you go? And you've been told The streaks of gold In your hair mean nothing Oh no, not so