These Pines

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 return if I try Should I trade my soul for another Learn not to complain anymore Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy Like so many times before Yeah these pines are not mine They don't smeel 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 back coz I'm trying to listen To the wind take me home through these leaves But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing Coz the wind doesn't blow through these trees