Cypress Trees

I've been high and mighty low and scared

About all the how's it going

And though not exactly unaware

It's a family we're growing

I have watched her body changing shape

The new eating, craving patterns

It seems everything is turning round

Including what it is that matters

Everything I see is getting real concrete

No poetical reflections

But I feel lucky walking down this street

In this ancient new direction

Hmmm Hmmm...

Time to be responsible

The food and clothes and shelter

Does it shock the system of your solo world

When introspection is no helper

Everything I see...

Chorus:

Maybe we will grow together

Like cypress trees in summer

Standing close and tall

Green fingers in a row

Maybe we will grow together

Like cypress trees

Repeat chorus

Maybe we will grow together

Like cypress trees