I don't expect to be happy
I don't care to be wealthy
I don't want to be confused
I just want to be at peace
I long for the place at the top of the trees
In the summers with autumn's breeze
But the leaves are still green
My knees are weak
Maybe I'll rest my feet
At the place near the top of the trees
Where the moths and beetles agree
Woah no
Woah no
The river is in sight
But only at this height
If I walk I can make it there by night
The hierarchy of greens and purples
And shades I've never seen
And everything in between
This is where everything meets