Picture yourself in the shade of a tree   Alone in your thoughts but you're held by the breeze   With sand on your fingers and dirt in your hands   As you try your best to understand      Don't look at you and don't look at me   Don't hold on to what you think sets you free   Just sit at the end of the road   And begin to be still      Where could it?   Under the tree      You look for a thread of what's true in the wind   As it passes and then disappears   And you're left there standing   To finally face all your fears      Under the tree, yeah   Under the tree, yeah      It might take a minute   It might fly away   You might have to come back   On some other day      But sooner or later   An answer will come   If you stay for a minute and see      The solitude nightmare   That once made you run   Is off in the distance   Can't hurt anyone      And maybe there's something   To learn in the calm of the sea      Where could it?   Under the tree      You look for a thread of what's true in the wind   As it passes and then disappears   And you're left there standing   To finally face all your fears      Under the tree, yeah   Under the tree, yeah      Under the tree, yeah   Under the tree, yeah