If the world was sweet and kindly exactly like you
 Would you be afraid
 Of what you got
 Would you try to own a tree
 Well you cannot

 Tell me the fruits is yours, grown off a tree
 Tell me you grew and don't you see
 You didn't grow it you're not the sun or the rain
 And if you went away it would grow again

 Sometimes I wonder
 What it is I see
 Is it the world around us
 Baby or is it me
 I lie awake wondering what went wro ng
 The world was ours for a sog