Here in the trees the rain has stopped coming down So easily distracted How lucky are we to have these wet seasons Sew handkerchiefs and napkins Everyones home now the tired ones are hiding out To catch up on their sleep And time here alone seems to come where your stoned There's a door to close and a thought to keep Here in the trees in the off chance we leave while the road in Is getting washed out In the spaces well leave it alone Here in the trees the rain has stopped coming down So easily distracted How lucky are we to have these wet seasons Sew handkerchiefs and napkins