The Climbing Trees lyrics

Well, I try and I try, to be a real cool guy A cold man with no roots, with no feelings and no regrets Well, I swallowed my tears and I neglected my loves I shoved bottles of whiskey down my throat The Lord above knows how I really tried to Be a cold man who never cries or loses But I still miss the Sunday mornings My old house and the climbing trees I miss my friends and I can't forget That one girl that slipped away God knows that I tried hard to be a lonely and strong man But that just ain’t me, 'cause I'll always remember of my broken dreams So here I'm with my broken guitar Singing my blues, feeling my scars Wondering if I'll ever see you again The Lord above knows how I really tried to To be a cold man who never cries or loses But I still miss the Sunday mornings My old house and the climbing trees I miss my friends and I can't forget That one girl that slipped away That one girl that slipped away That one girl that slipped away