Picture yourself in the shade of a tree Alone in your thoughts but you're held by the breeze
With sand in your fingers and dirty in your hands As you try your best to understand
Don't look at you and don't look at me Don't hold on to what you think sets you free Just sit at the end of the road And begin to be still
Where could it? Under the tree
You look for a thread of what's true in the wind As it passes and then disappears
And you're left there standing To finally face all your fears Under the tree... yeah
It might take a minute It might fly away You might have to come back On some other day But sooner or later An answer will come If you stay for a minute and see
The solitude nightmare That once made you run Is off in the distance... Can't hurt anyone And maybe there's something To learn in the calm of the sea
