The Western Ash

The western ash
Spilling branches out with its green, up and up into the air
Our little race replaced by [?] that sits and waits
For a few good words
Something to quiet the hurt

Let's pretend there's abundance here
Lets pretend that this time it's just a drill
And we're free to return to mistakes that we had learned
O'er the lifetimes here

With the end undecided now
With compassion shown quietly the door
The change I barely felt
I put my hopes back on the shelf
Kiss the love goodbye nobody's [?]

Let's pretend there's abundance here
Lets pretend that this time it's just a drill
And we're free to return to mistakes that we had learned
O'er the lifetimes here

Let's pretend can we make believe
Let's pretend that it's back just like before
And the sense that we make as we're losing our way
Is beautiful
Is beautiful

Someone is laughing, Lord, kumbaya
Someone is laughing, Lord, kumbaya

Someone is laughing, Lord, kumbaya