Under the wishing tree, beneath the big sky
The wind sometimes tries to speak, sometimes just cries
Under the wishing tree, everything's fine
Nothing can touch us here, nothing, not even time
Halfway around the world, someone is listening
Over this mountain range, across the divide
Everything has gotten strange, worlds have begun to collide
People running for cover, running out of places to hide
Running from themselves and each other
They're tripping, stumbling, over their lies
Looking for shelter beneath the wishing tree
Wishing tree
Under the wishing tree, beneath the big sky
The wind sometimes tries to speak, sometimes just cries
And halfway around the world, you can hear them scream
Meanwhile, back in the jungle, meanwhile back in their being
They're laughing and crying and singing and praying
All saying the same thing
Saying, where is the shelter beneath the wishing tree
Wishing tree