You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me. And that's what made me see, where I was going wrong. You put me on a shelf, and kept me for yourself. I can only blame myself, you can only blame me. And I could write a song, a hundred miles long. Well, that's where I belong, and you belong with me. And I could write it down, or spread it all around. Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea.
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry. Darling, that's when I decide to go see. You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes. Made me realize what I could not see. Well I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world and then it took. Took it back from me. And I could write it down and spread it all around get lost and then get found. And you'll come back to me. Not swallowed in the sea.