Kasey Chambers Follow

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

[Unverified] 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