The King and Queen of many things, 
 but not the Cuckoo’s colored wings, 
 had laughed at me and everything 
 around the land that lay so barren 
 I still wonder if they’re laughing 
 in the dark with folded hands 
 and swollen choreographed speeches 
 “read the cards and we will teach you 
 how to see through the looking glass 
 and how to fight a thousand deaths” 
 and come out sober 
 and blame you for nothing. 
 I headed for the mountains, and, 
 I walked up to the great green trees 
 but they just stared right back at me 
 said I could stay there through my pain 
 could learn to make my tears the rain 
 for branches that would still remain 
 you must be tough 
 to be a tree, to take the claws and 
 winter breeze 
 “you love him more than you will know, 
 you’ll fight a war and kill some men 
 you’ll take the long way back to him”. 
 we could move out west and buy a piano 
 we can move out west and buy a piano.