Cottonwoods

I got to remember which ones are your friends So I don't accidentally insult them again Like I've done a time or two It's just they don't remind me of you And I forget to hide my pride I told you again you should go out on your own Make a name for yourself the likes that's never been known I'll build a strong house and when you come back home You'll find me where the cottonwoods grow The light at dawn Will be something to behold No painter could capture The pinks and blues so cold The air filled up with flowers I pin one in your hair back to the side Felling like the observers of our lives