The Tree

In three feet of snow
Under ten thousand stars in the waking night
The branches they glow
Through little beads of ice in the full moons light

You disappeared long ago
Life has a funny way
Of taking us down a certain road
Should you need to find me
You know where I'll be
When it all comes down
You can meet me at the tree

I was standing in a deep sea of leaves
Felt those sticks and twigs crack beneath my feet
Smelled the rain looming in the clouds
I swear its been fifteen years since I've last seen you around

I know the path I need to take
It all seemed so familiar to me
I look back on all the choices that I made
And on that hill stood our great oak tree
And there you were
Lying cold as ice
I guess I never knew how you truly felt for me

Well there's no such thing as time machines my love
Well there's no such thing as time machines my love
Well there's no such thing as time machines
But if I were to build one
I'd meet you at that God forsaken tree