Counting Crows

Hanging Tree

Counting Crows

Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings


She brings
Her friends
So we won't have
To be alone
A fear
That I might
Loose composer
Without warning
I am a child of fire
I am a liar
I have desire
But I was born inside
The sun this morning

This dirty life of mine
Is hangin' me up
Aall the time
This dirty life
Is just a hanging tree
This dirty life of mine
Is hangin' me up
All the time
This dirty life
Is just a haning tree

They say good evening
When they don't know
What to say
And they say good morning
We wish you would go home
You open windows
And you wait for someone
Warm to come inside
And then you freeze
To death alone

(Chorus)

You call the waittress
But it's time for her to go
And shit I know
Everyone eventually leaving
But I got a pair of wings
For my birthday
And I will fall down
Through the sun
This evening

(Chorus)

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