Vedder Tuesday Ⅱ: In My Tree
Second week -- for a new tradition, I've made it past "one", which is always an accomplishment.
Up here in my tree
Newspapers matter not to me
No more crowbars to my head
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead
I wave to all my friends
They don't seem to notice me
All their eyes trained on the street
Sidewalks, cigarettes, and scenes
Up here so high I start to shake
Up here so high the sky I scrape
I'm so high I hold just one breath
here within my chest,
just like innocence.
I remember when
I swore I knew everything
They say knowledge is a tree
It's growing up just like me
I'm so light, the wind he shakes.
I'm so high, the sky I scrape.
I'm so light I hold just one breath
and go back to my nest
sleep with innocence.
Up here so high, the boughs they beak
Up here so high, the sky I scrape.
Had my eyes peeled both wide open
And I caught a glimpse
of my innocence,
got back my inner sense.
Still got it