Honeycut
Текст песни The Fruit Trees

I left my home
I fled from a great disaster
My family torn
My wings so worn from flight

I made my way out west where the fruit trees lay
It was there I'd work, and there I'd stay

But this new world just keeps changing faster, a man made disaster
In the great unknown

The fruit trees, they did grow, in groves aplenty
Then one by one there came highways and buildings
Now is there work for all my sons and daughters?
They rock and roll like ships in shallow waters

But one thing's sure: I keep changing faster, a man made disaster
In the great unknown
Oo yeah

You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta see sun rise
You gotta see sun rise
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta see sun rise
You gotta see sun rise
You gotta get up
You gotta get up
You gotta see sun rise
You gotta see sun rise