treehouse

You can come and play in my house up in the tree
When the time is right for you, right for you and me
It looks like I might be up here at least a little while
‘Cause there aren’t many better things to do

I’ve gotten used to lonely and I’ve gotten used to dark
But I just can’t get used to the cold
Get used to the cold

Many are the times that I’ve dreamed the day away
Looking for your face up in a cloud
Gentle like the breeze that will blow it all away
Like a kitten’s meow but not as loud

But sometimes it gets windy and branches start to sway
And I don’t think I’ll see the day
I’ll see the day