This oak tree
Stands so tall,
It’s so thick, it can stand against
Any windstorm, at any day
Wind is all that comes out your mouth
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.
This oak tree
Moves with grace.
It moves and sways to the breeze.
Its branches, arms in the air,
Move to the sound of hallelujah
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.
& you just keep breaking me.
I just wish your love was stable,
& I wish your love was free.
Cut the oak tree down
So fast &hard; that others hear.
A million could.
If you’re going to build a cabin,
At least have a foundation,
Or just turn me into firewood.
& burn it like our bridges.
But this oak tree
Doesn’t say much,
It doesn’t say anything at all
It has nothing to say to you
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t let me be free.
Let me be me.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
This oak tree
Stands so tall,
It’s so thick, it can stand against
Any windstorm, at any day
Wind is all that comes out your mouth
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.
This oak tree
Moves with grace.
It moves and sways to the breeze.
Its branches, arms in the air,
Move to the sound of hallelujah
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t, set me free.
& you just keep breaking me.
I just wish your love was stable,
& I wish your love was free.
Cut the oak tree down
So fast &hard; that others hear.
A million could.
If you’re going to build a cabin,
At least have a foundation,
Or just turn me into firewood.
& burn it like our bridges.
But this oak tree
Doesn’t say much,
It doesn’t say anything at all
It has nothing to say to you
I’ve got nothing on you
Nor do you on me.
If you claim me, keep me.
If you don’t let me be free.
Let me be me.
