The Arborist

This walk through life is harder than it used to be
We're scorching weeds to keep them from growing
The acid soil pulling up roots we locate
To a garden bed that's fertile and free
But watch what you're stepping on and who veils the light
When there's always a reason or two and the snake's out at night

But I turn towards the sun
Fists on our knees and I beg your pardon
Roam but never run
Ditch old routines and the humble hiding

Once they stood battered and bruised withheld below
With witches broom it's time to fail
The autumn wind blows with a sign of what's to come
Rake those leaves and draw the blinds
Oh you've always been what you're becoming
And I can't bear to watch

So I turn towards the sun
Fists on our knees and I beg your pardon
Roam but never run
Ditch old routines and the humble hiding

Babe if we were strolling through the memories
We can't pollinate the good ones
Somehow pull them back
And set them up and watch them fall away
Fall away

So I turn towards the sun
Fists on our knees and I beg your pardon
Roam but never run
Ditch old routines and the humble hiding

Here without ever knowing you would lend a hand
Sowing seeds of future
So many plants we'll make
We set them up
Now watch them fall away

Babe if we were strolling through the memories
We can't pollinate the good ones
Somehow pull them back
And set them up and watch them fall away
Fall away