Soft little whispers come from the trees at night
They scream at me and I tell them to be quiet
No excuses from the rustling leaves
Don't you dare tell little lies
The trees they scream at me
Their little lullaby
They don't get the words right
Every single time
The trees out in western Maine
By the Lake where we once sang our favorite song
The lullaby of the trees is stuck in my head again
Soft little whispers come from the trees at night
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore
Oh they scream
At me