In My Tree (Live in New York - July 8, 2003)

Up here in my tree, yeah... Newspapers matter not to me, yeah...no... No more crowbars to my head, yeah... I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah... Wave to all my friends, yeah... They don't seem to notice me, no... All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh... Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes, yeah...yeah... Up here so high I start to escape Up here so high, the sky I scrape I'm so high, I hold just one breath here within my chest Just like innocence... I remember him, yeah... I swore I knew everything, oh yeah... They say knowledge is a dream, yeah... He's growing up just like me, yeah... I'm so light, the wind he shakes I'm so high, the sky I scrape, yeah... I'm so light I hold just one breath and go back to my nest Sleep with innocence... Up here so high, the bars they break... Up here so high, the sky I scrape... Had my eyes peeled both wide open, and I got a glimpse... Of my innocence...got back my innocence... Baby, got it...still got it...