Lets climb up that old tree,
make the clouds disappear.
Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree,
make the rain clouds disappear.
Rough wood, and a rickety ladder,
White christmas lights trim the slumping roof
over a few branches
and we're crawling-
through the doors
of a star-gazing tree house
full of nostalgia.
Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations
Trotting past that old jazz bar,
a mexican family arguing on the stoops,
funny how an unknown language
can still make sense on the inside.
the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep,
But my world’s only waking.
There’s a party up ahead.
and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze
blowing off the cars and into the trees.
its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.