Sycamore

I tried to be a girl for you

I did the things that girls should do

I wore the dress and folded my hands

And prayed for the day to be over

I tried to be a boy for you

I did the things that boys should do

I hit the wall with an open palm

And prayed for the day to be over

But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree

All of me flowering wild and free

I'm closer now than I'll ever be

To the shape and the form of eternity

I tried to be your saving grace

I tried to fix what time could not erase

I held your hand and I wore your face

And I prayed for the day to be over

But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree

All of me flowering wild and free

I'm closer now than I'll ever be

To the shape and the form of eternity

But now that I'm old as a sycamore tree

All of me flowering wild and free

I'm closer now than I'll ever be

And I'm farther now, farther from thee

I am closer now than I'll ever be

To the shape and the form of eternity

To the shape and the form of eternity

To the shape and the form of eternity