Grower of Trees

I am bleeding at the knuckles but I want more
My head is pounding but I want more
I want to sing until the world stands still
I want to play until I am younger still
It’s a simple thing, it’s a simple thing

I saw you at the park with your hair
You didn’t know that I was there
I dreamed about you and me getting married
And having kids, and having kids
It’s a simple thing, but it’s all that there is

I know that I am difficult to see
I’ve got worlds buried down inside of me
But I say wait love
In 50 years we’ll have all that we need
I am a grower of trees, I am a grower of trees
Can you wait for me