These Pines - Kasey Chambers

These pines are not the ones that Im used to They wont carry me home when I cry

Am I too far gone to recover

Or can I turn if I try

Should I trade my soul for another

Should I stay and pretend that Im happy

Like so many times before

Yeah these pines

Are not mine

They dont smell so sweet

Like the ones in my mind

And I search the needles

til I run out of time

But I dont see you in these pines.

Di I stumble or falter my words

When Im saying everything is all right

Im not one to release my depression

But these trees bring it out every night

Well I dont talk cos Im trying to listen

To the wind take me home through these leaves

But its quiet and dont hear nothing

Cos the wind doesnt blow through these trees