These Pines

Kasey Chambers

These pines are not the ones that I'm used to


They won't 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 I'm happy


Like so many times before


Yeah these pines


Are not mine


They don't smell so sweet


like the ones in my mind


And I search the needles


'Til I run out of time


But I don't see you in These Pines.


Do I stumble or falter my words


When I'm saying everything is all right


I'm not one to release my depression


But these trees bring it out every night


Well I don't talk 'cos I'm trying to listen


To the wind take me home through these leaves


But it's quiet and don't hear nothing


Cos the wind doesn't blow through these trees