These Pines Are Not The Ones That I'm Used To


They Won't Carry Me Home When I Cry


Am I Too Far Gone To Recover


Or Can I Turn If I Try


Should I Trade My Soul For Another


Should I Stay And Pretend That I'm Happy


Like So Many Times Before


Yeah These Pines


Are Not Mine


They Don't Smell So Sweet


Like The Ones In My Mind


And I Search The Needles


'Til I Run Out Of Time


But I Don't See You In These Pines.


Do I Stumble Or Falter My Words


When I'm Saying Everything Is All Right


I'm Not One To Release My Depression


But These Trees Bring It Out Every Night


Well I Don't Talk 'cos I'm Trying To Listen


To The Wind Take Me Home Through These Leaves


But It's Quiet And Don't Hear Nothing


Cos The Wind Doesn't Blow Through These Trees