[TREE SHAMANS]
Our roots reach down, our branches rise
From sky to ground, our wooden eyes
Have gazed upon desires, hope, and greed

But to each soul who walks this way
A tree disclaimer we must say
We give not what you want - but what you need

For the greenery has always seen the reason and the rhyme
But we’ve had nothing but time since we’ve been seeds
And you might believe you know your truth
But truth can oft' be lies

And you might just be surprised by what you need
What you need, la-la-la-la
What you need

Oh, you might just be surprised by what you need
What you need, la-la-la-la
What you need

Oh, you might just be surprised
By what you need