D#7 F You are nothing but a piece of driftwood G# A# D#7 But I can feel the pain and misery F And in this rut Iʼm stuck with roots a-pining G# A# D#7 But Iʼm not a man so I must be a tree D#7 I canʼt be real, yes I must be a tree Fm A# D#7 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me D#7 And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me Fm C# D#7 Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree D#7 F Every month you mate our need gets bigger G# A# D#7 My heart has hardened like a knot of wood D#7 F And things wonʼt be so shady for you anymore G# A# D#7 Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood D#7 I canʼt be real, no I must be a tree Fm A# D#7 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me D#7 And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me Fm C# D#7 Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree
