Sycamore tree

You're weary of this life
You think of all the hours you threw away and wasted
Time and time you try again
You pull yourself together
Have your slice of day and taste it

All you know of love is looking
Through the keyhole of your prison door
But every time you think you've freed yourself
There's something else for you in store

Come under the sycamore tree
Don't let the blues pull you down
Come under the sycamore tree
Give your worn out shoes a shine

You're weary of this life
You think that no one's looking after you, you're wasted
Time and time you try again
You're keeping up the pace and sing along or else you fake it

All you know of love is stepping on a rollercoaster
Taking off to Neverland
And every time you think you're there
It slips between the fingers of your hand

Come under the sycamore tree
Don't let the blues pull you down
Come under the sycamore tree
Give your worn out shoes a shine

What more is there to say?
You could be right in every way
Things will never change at all
Where does that leave you?
Does it help to know that I feel you
And I'll be there any time you need me to

Come under the sycamore tree
Don't let the blues pull you down
Come under the sycamore tree
Give your worn out shoes a shine