Maple Trees

I’ve walked some miles in my own shoes

They come untied

They’re rubbing blisters

Bitter pills don’t kill my blues

I’m fighting skeletons and whispers

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight

October’s just around the corner

I’m feeling like I bloomed too late

The harvest isn’t so good to her

Oh to trust like maple trees who yield their leaves in fall

I want to know what it feels like to give it all

Cause it’s just illusion that I’m losing my control

When I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

Mother Nature sheds her skin

Easy as breath no second thinking

So why am I white knuckling

To keep the green that’s not in season

Living in a system of surrender everyday

If you know just where to look you’ll see the world kneel down to pray

Oh to trust like maple trees who yield their leaves in fall

I want to know what it feels like to give it all

Cause it’s just illusion that I’m losing my control

When I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

Nothing that I

Nothing that I’ve lost

Nothing that I

Nothing that I’ve lost

Nothing that I

Nothing that I’ve lost

Oh to trust like maple trees who yield their leaves in fall

I want to know what it feels like to give it all

Cause it’s just illusion that I’m losing my control

When I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

Oh to trust like maple trees who yield their leaves in fall

I want to know what it feels like to give it all

Cause it’s just illusion that I’m losing my control

When I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

When I’ve never had it so there’s nothing that I’ve lost

I’ve never had it, there’s nothing that i’ve lost