Seasons creeping
Sun growing cold
Feeling brittle and old
White bark trees bending over in the snow
It's natural I'm told
When the thaw comes
They stand straight and tall
And their leaves die in the fall
Not like me
They say I'll never bend
I'll just meet my brittle end
My brittle end (X3)
Endlessly
I chop for wood
In my garage when I was young
Friendlessly
I think I is good
Better watch my tongue
Push me once
My momma said
Better hope jesus saves
Push me twice
If you didn't die
You'll be in your grave
You'll be in your grave(X3)
(JAM)
What the f**!?
I said too much
Adios my friend
f** a duck
Your tough luck
I'll be here till the end
I'll be here till the end (X3)
Maybe just in your head
One day this white tree won't bend