In my tree

Up here in my tree. Yeah.
Newspapers matter not to me. Yeah.
No, no more crowbars to my head. Yeah.
I’m trading stories with the leaves instead. Yeah.

I wave to all my friends. Yeah.
They don’t seem to notice me. No.
Ah, their eyes strait on the street. Yo! Oh…
Sidewalks cigarettes and seams. Yeah. Yeah…

Up here so high I start to shake.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
I’m so high I hold just one breath deep within my chest just like innocence.

(Eddie’s down in his home)
(Oh, the blue sky it’s his home)
(Eddie’s blue sky home)
(Oh, the blue sky it’s his home)

I remember when, yeah, I swore I knew everything. Oh, yeah.
They say knowledge is a tree. Yeah.
It’s growing up just like me. Yeah.

I’m so light the wind me shakes.
I’m so high the sky I scrape.
Yea, I’m so high I hold just one breath, to go back to my nest, to sleep with innocence.

Up here so high the boughs they break.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
And my eyes feel both wide open.
And I got a glimpse of my inner sense.
Got back my innocence. Still got it. Still got it.