[Verse 1]
I hear dirty dishes rattling
And I know it's my turn
But the chair is holding me like a loved one does
I know someone's rolling over in their grave
They wanna tell me I'm missing out on living
[Verse 2]
Another year is passing
And I don't feel as old
As it says on my license, until I'm told
That I've grown into a great big wild oak
And I'll always be a sapling to my mother
[Verse 3]
I bet the Texas Rangers would win
And soon the room was divided
And Kevin would laugh if I had my way
And only give me a pat for my birthday
I wrote [“Sapling] the day before my birthday, and it was one of the last songs I wrote for the album. It was a super emotional experience, ’cause I let myself be emotionally aware and in touch with this feeling of losing someone – whether it’s romantically or through death. […] That song is incredi...