The Pines And The Apple Trees - moe.

6 a.m. and you’re out the door

Can’t win the game if you don’t keep score.

Pressure builds.

Payin bills.

Prayin it stops, but you don’t think it will.

Where the pines and the apple tree grow

Shadows longer and the sun is gettin low

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold.

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.

Can’t guess where you’re headin next.

Overwhelmed and underdressed.

Keepin up while your mind changes every minute.

Fighting for position, but your heart isn’t in it.

Where the pines and the apple tree grow

Shadows longer and the sun is getting low

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.

6 p.m.

and you’re out the door.

Back in your car but you don’t know what for.

Rain and snow grey hair white knuckles

Stop and go til your threshold buckles.

Hot sweats cold chills while that pressure builds

Can of beer can of freer and a fist of pills.

Tunnel vision and a high pitched weezing

Your heart stops cold but your lungs keep breathing.

Where the pines and the apple tree grow

Shadows longer and the sun is getting low

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.

Wouldn’t trade those memories for diamonds or gold

Can’t keep leavin when you’re needin a home.