There is an old man down the way.
He likes to paint Poplar trees.
It's a curious thing though,
he only seems to paint them in three's.

What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.

All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.

All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?

There is a girl out in her garden,
shes taken off her shoes again.
She raises her head up to the sky,
just so she can feel the rain.

What worries have you faced,
what troubles you?
What brings you there,
doing the things you tell yourself you must do.

All the crosses you must have bared,
and the love that you have lost;
just because you've been scared.

All these rules, you tell yourself you must live by,
are they the things that keep you lonely,
or are they the things that keep you alive?

I dream I move out into the woods,
and it gives me the things the world never could.
I sit there, my man and I,
between the shadows of the trees,
far away from a world,
that never will be pleased.

The worries I have faced,
the troubles I've been through.
What brings me here,
doing the things I tell myself I must do.

All the crosses I have bared,
and the love that I have lost;
just because I've been scared.

All these rules, I tell myself I must live by,
are they the things that keep me lonely,
or are they the things that keep me alive?