Beneath the Trees Video (MV)

The sun is often obscured by clouds
But I keep turning my face to the sky anyway
It's cold down here beneath the trees
It's cold at every time of day

My hands are holding nothing now
Where once I held my life close by
Now empty pockets echo nothingness
Empty truths, empty lies

The feeling's gone from my feet
I'm so cold I can't even think
I've got nowhere I could call my home
And anyway no one there that cares
And anyway, no one there who cares

I think it's going to snow today
But I'll keep sitting here watching the clouds go by
I wish I was not so damned alone
But I never could stand the crowds anyway

I wish John would give me back my things
But there's no telling where he has gone
I wish I was not sitting here beneath the trees
Freezing and writing this song

The feeling's gone from my feet
I'm so cold I can't even think
I've got nowhere I could call my home
And anyway no one there that cares
And anyway, no one there who cares