Picture yourself in the shade of a tree

Alone in your thoughts but you're held by the breeze

With sand in your fingers and dirt in your hands

As you try your best to understand 



Don't look at you and don't look at me

Don't hold on to what you think sets you free

Just sit and then end of the road

And begin to be still 



Where could it be?

Under the tree 



You look for a thread of what's true in the wind

As it passes and then disappears

And you're left there standing

To finally face all your fears 



Under the tree... yeah 



It might take a minute

It might fly away

You might have to come back

On some other day

But sooner or later

An answer will come

If you stay for a minute and see

The solitude nightmare

That once made you run

Is off in the distance...

Can't hurt anyone

And maybe there's something

To learn in the calm of the sea