I want to be in
The lonely pine tree that i see
Within the branches
I'll climb up carefully
I'll hang my swing set from a sturdy branch
So free I'll be swinging where you people can't
You'll know tomorrow
About the swing set just for me
But it's too late, I'm in the sky so gracefully
I'll have to be careful to not to go too high
I'll lock the doors so you can't come inside
I want to be outside
I want to feel the summer rain
The ceiling fan's the wind when I'm up there I'm above pain
I have no rope I'll have to climb alone
I've waited hours to be left at home
There's not much left when i hang up the phone