Sweet child of the world
Talking to me
Under a tree in the sun
Your voice bouncing
Off a satellite to me from
Under a tree in the sun
Nothing but sky and air
Between you and here
Nothing matters to me
But this thought I have of you
Under a tree in the sun
Over these dust tracks
These ridges, ravines I roam
It's like the surface of the moon
How I wish that I could be with you now
Under a tree in the sun
Oh these roads, these roads
That take me away
Will one day lead me home
Where I'll sit beside you
Under a tree in the sun