the sapling

gonna lay down in the grass

and watch that acorn

split in two

slowly take root

while the clock upon the wall

makes idle boasts

and my mind's out cruising

silent coasts

though the ghosts of better days

might twist my eyes

gonna stand my ground

watch that sapling rise

just as long as i've the strength

well i'll raise that flag

like a wisp of cloud

from a mountain crag

now this is awkward

i kept it bottled up too long

years like tiny drops of rain

on a glassy lake

leaving nought but circles

in their wake

though we barely comprehend

what the question is

only know for certain

the answer's yes

now this is awkward

i really don't know where to begin

i kept it bottled up too long

i know that feeling too yeah

don't ask me where the time has gone

i know that feeling too yeah

days i can't tell no right from wrong

i know that feeling too yeah

i kept it bottled up too long

know that feeling

know that feeling

tell me about it tell me about it tell me about it

like sunlight breaking through yeah

tell me about it tell me about it tell me about it

i know that feeling too

gonna lay down in the grass

and watch that acorn

split in two

slowly take root