Our roots reach down, our branches rise
From sky to ground our wooden eyes
Have gazed upon desires, hope, and greed
But to each soul who walks this way
A tree disclaimer we must say
We give not what you want, but what you need
For the greenery has always seen the reason and the rhyme
But we've had nothing but time since we've been seeds
And you might believe you know your truth
But truth can oft' be lies
And you might just be surprised by what you need
What you need, la-la-la-la
What you need
Oh, you might just be surprised by what you need
What you need, la-la-la-la
What you need
Oh, you might just be surprised
By what you need
