I wake in the night and I want to write   About what we went through   I've been lying still for weeks   Got this new piano, and it's older than my dad   But it sings the way I think so I stay at home and play   I get in and out some of these days   I'd rather swing below this old red tree   But I get tired, I've seen too much      I ain't got a dollar to my name but full of stories I am   I ramble on about love and her and her   There were two of them, one left and one died   One year in the life, you know I lost everything   But I found a new home in the women I belong to   They make me tired, I've seen too much      I ain't never been so alone and I've never felt so cold   And I swear that I want love more than I want gold   I'd trade it all for one more story with you   Or one more kiss with her, one more year innocent   And there was a time not so long ago   When I knew I had the world   And I held it close, close enough to let me go   It made me tired, I've seen too much      My past swings away from me   As I swing beneath this old red tree   Been swinging here for years now   And I swung through their deaths and weddings   And confessed love to the women I belong to   My mother's getting older   And she watches colder winters as we age   Who does she belong to   I bet she's tired, bet she's seen too much   I'm tired, I know I've seen too much   I'm tired, I've seen too much