Testo di House In The Trees

Jami was a good friend Back when we were kids and my father got sick We would hang out on the weekends In her house by the cathedral where all the good people Got dressed up on a Sunday To go and spill their secrets no matter who the preacher was We used to find that funny But it's easy when you're young not to realize that you're lucky When the last of your friends are gone You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on But if you crash and nobody sees Just remember there will always be A room for you in my house in the trees Aaron was a good friend We were in our twenties, we drove across the country Then moved into the canyon And he looked after the business the year that I got sick Then we went off in different directions Kept in touch but it never was the same I never got to thank him But I wrote it in a letter I'm sure I'll send it someday When the last of your friends are gone You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on But if you crash and nobody sees Just remember there will always be A room for you in my house in the trees Trees I am a lucky man I have been so many places When I dream it seems I'm chasing A bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memories When the last of your friends are gone You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on But if you crash and nobody sees Just remember there will always be A room for you in my house in the trees Trees My house in the trees Trees My house in the trees Trees