Sweep these thoughts under your sheets
so you can sleep on them for now.
Do they draw daggers to your sleeves,
or are they light as a cloud?
What paintings have you drawn up of me,
what image do I draw in your mind?
Should we keep dancin' like the breeze
or will you bury me with time?
Am I someone that you'd keep,
like a secret, close to you?
Am I something that you need,
a new refreshing point of view?
'Cause I don't know where I am,
and I was hoping you'd help me
find the right direction
to a little home up in the trees.
A place to see the stars at night,
a place to find a little peace.
A place to raise some children right,
away from drugs and from t.v..
And when they've all grown up,
with dreams of different things to see,
they'll realize they had it rough
compared to life in the city.
But they'll be better for it
and they'll be thankful for me
so when I'm layin' in my death bed
I'll know I did at least 
one 
good 
thing.