Trees Lyrics

A wise man once spoke to me
and I'm choked up from the words that he breathed.
He said, 'Look at all the people,
look at all the people,
look at all the people.' What I see:
one of those people is me.
Now I sit alone in this room.
This window is by my side.
This window will have to be my guide.
They said we're changing frame.
some things will always stay the same.

The trees reach for heaven
like we all tend to do.
The trees reach for heaven
like we all tend to do.
My feet meet the street on Abby Road.
There's a wise man, he's waving to me.
He's wearing white.
He's brushing the hair from his eyes.
His wings begin to flutter,
and he falls into the sky.
But, before he goes, he says,
'The trees reach for heaven
like we all tend to do.
The trees reach for heaven
like we all tend to do,
tend to do,
tend to do.'