When You Were a Pine

Now that I'm down—now that I'm inches off the ground:

it's just dust and stone when I'm alone

but you're bringing the green back to the ground

whoa, whoa

When you were a pine I was looking for shade;

when you were a sea I was in your skin, and you said

Where you been?

whoa

Slow blows of the sledge, in the sun that kills everything

finally I'm torn down.

Nothing's started, so nothing's lost

and nothing's left in the fridge

It doesn't matter what it cost:

Don't hold nothing you can't hold

Let the wind shake the dust, and if you must

you can change your name

but you will be the same