the trees reach like hands to the sky from the land, and 
toward each other, too, they bend. i watch them from a 
window like an old, grey, tired widow, who was married 
once to the handsomest of plans. i'm gonna sit at a table 
over Christmas with Rachel, and we're gonna laugh about 
the town where we were born. maybe i just need a 
vacation, this spring drive with me to Portland. the sun 
will cast our shadows like arrows to the ocean and keep 
us warm. keep us warm. so cheer up my dear, the sky's not 
always clear. there needs to come a setting sun before 
the night stars appear. and those tree skeletons know 
that winter has begun but with it comes a new year. no 
next year won't unravel like this last one did, we'll 
travel out to the water every chance we get. cause this 
dream's as good as dead if we only let it live here 
behind our eyelids. so cheer up my dear, rub your eyes 
clear. a song can't be sung until you breathe and fill 
your lungs with the cold, dark air. and a banner can't be 
hung until you've climbed the lowest rungs of the ladder 
learning here. oh you remember how your parents clapped, 
waved and smiled. every little thing made them proud when 
you were a child. well now you've grown and you're the 
coolest kid i know, but somehow they lost their interest 
long ago. well cheer up my dear. i'll always be here. and 
the sky above you, the kids our age line up to love you, 
and you have nothing to fear. there's a sky above you, 
the kids our age, we line up to love you. and you have 
nothing to fear. ahhhhh.