Lately I’ve been thinking
I need a change of scenery.
It’s not the city’s too small,
I’m just sick of you knowing me.
It’s not the same as when
time alone was good enough.
How far can I go
if I start right now
and don’t stop ‘til tomorrow?
There’s a forest someplace
quiet that won’t remind me
of you and all the changing people do.
You said we were like a forked tree
splitting down the seams,
and I said ever growing
when I meant growing ever green.