Treepeople

what do i care?
i'll clean up to make things look their very best
to feel my worst
what's inside is no longer mine to destroy
but all the same
on each new sunday

i'll be repaid
again with memories of trailer park gravel streets
evenings, alone in a new home
sunlight shinning through the front window
tree people on my radio

listen closely
i've got absolutely nothing to
say to you
that you think you already new
grow old and uninspired
floor'll crumble if you get tired
don't grow old and unispired
floor'll crumble if you get tired

i'm losing the steam