There?s a tree in a park here, in North beach, I knew this
I saw everything with the pictures to prove it.
There?s a girl with a boy, a boy with a girl
Who would rather be somewhere else in this world.

Over a seed, on a bench, in a park, in a town
Where they met with their guards on the ground.
But the girl with the boy ?neath the churches old tree
Would much rather find someplace other to be

Oversaying the words that feel heavy as steal
Words just a little too real
Words just a little too real
So they walk with young feet, wet with wounds that don?t heal

And that tree that can?t speak says ?say how you feel?
So the boy will drive home and the girl will oblidge
Singing come pick me up, saying thanks for the ride
You is girl, and me is boy, this is how we decide
To remember the night but start changing our mind

On how much one can tell the moon, ?don?t change the tide?
I?m not ready for the day
I?m not done with night
One can tell the moon, ?don?t change the tide?

I?m not ready for the day
I?m not done with night
That tree with the spotlight signing from below
From another most point in the city we both know
See with me as the boy, and you as the girl

Have let go
Of a seed that may or may not grow
I?ve got to run, run, run
Feet take me far away