You are nothing but a piece of driftwood But I can feel the pain and misery And in this rut I'm stuck with roots a-pining But I'm not a man so I must be a tree I can't be real, yes I must be a tree I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me That's why I know that I must be a tree Every month you mate our need gets bigger My heart has hardened like a knot of wood And things won't be so shady for you anymore Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood I can't be real, no I must be a tree I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me That's why I know that I must be a tree