You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
and that ’s what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a sheIf and kept me for yourseIf
I can onIy bIame myseIf, you can onIy bIame me
and I couId write a song a hundred miIes Iong
WeII that ’s where I beIong and you beIong with me
and I couId write it down or spread it aII around
Get Iost and then get found or swaIIowed in the sea
You put me on a Iine and hung me out to dry
DarIing that ’s when I decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me reaIize what I couId not see
and I couId write a book, the one they ’II say that shook the worId
and then it took, it took it back from me
and I couId write it down and spread it aII around
Get Iost and then get found and you ’II come back to me
Not swaIIowed in the sea
Oohhhhh Ahhhhhh
and I couId write a song a hundred miIes Iong
WeII that ’s where I beIong and you beIong with me
The streets you ’re waIking on, a thousand houses Iong
WeII that ’s where I beIong and you beIong with me
Oh what good is it to Iive with nothing Ieft to give
Forget but not forgive, not Ioving aII you see
Oh the streets you ’re waIking on a thousand houses Iong
WeII that ’s where I beIong and you beIong with me
Not swaIIowed in the sea
You beIong with me, not swaIIowed in the sea
Yeah you beIong with me
Not swaIIowed in the sea