Maple

Feed on the fire of your youth Of what you thought you understood The footsteps to get you where you are Scared the dove into the wood Sitting still under the maple back home Cross your legs, think of how far we've come Maybe we should fly away Lift up your eyes for the year Has arrived for second chances The Root of every dying limb you know Saw fit to feed your branches Sitting still under the maple back home Cross your legs, think of how far we've come Maybe we should fly away (Woo) Maybe we should fly away Maybe we should fly away Maybe we should fly-y-y-y-y Away