hiding in the trees

live at Pompeii

what more should i say

living my life from day to day

where everything goes from hand to hand

managing to walk upright across the land

when even though i can't understand

the echos stirring in the breeze

bringing me to my knees

i can see you're hiding in the trees

with a saucer in hand and a cup for drink

on the edge and near the brink

imagining what it is to think

and one foot stands above the crowd

looking for love as you cry out loud,

"I no longer want to feel so proud."

but the hush of night 

conceals from sight

the doing wrong and the hoping right

and you begin to drift and feel the sway

telling yourself that you're okay

"It's easier to feel this way!"

the trees are high and the fall will be fast

and everybody wants to be the last

it's easier to embrace the past

where all secrets are concealed

hearts open but never healed

holding high the human shield.

live at Pompeii

what more should i say

living my life from day to day

where everything goes from hand to hand

managing to walk across the land

when even though i can't understand

the echos stirring in the breeze

bringing me to my knees

i can see you're hiding in the trees.