Better for Us Songtext

von Grant Lee Buffalo

Soon we'll count the rings inside
All one by one
Wondering if I could
Point to the place
Where we first slept
'Neath it's branches.
Oh, oh
Leaves once
Rose like an ocean
We swam when we were boys
This one is all things
A mansion, a fortress
And as we matured it was
Shade for
The secrets that we passed along

But this oak has grown old
Wither-wrung
It threatens to fall
Better for us if the axe
Splits the trunk they say

On your tip toes
A ten-penny nail jutting
High in the bark
Relics of tree houses
Built and torn down
Places we hid after dark
Oh, oh
Please, please,
Lend some belief to this
Hard wasted ground
Where little green soldiers
And indians fought
This is the burial mound of
My youth and my innocence

This oak has grown old
Wither-wrung..
It threatens to fall
Better for us if the axe
Splits the trunk
Better for us
Better for us