I wonder
Do you wonder if that old oak tree feels the
Sway from the tire swinging under its canopy, or the
Joy of the boy at his highest point taking a leap of faith
I wonder, wonder about the old oak tree
Will you catch me or get out of the way
I'm falling, falling, falling into you
The creativity will come from inside and
Re-shapes the world just a shovel at a time
The roots of the trees are the bridges and tunnels
Makes lakes and streams out of little mud puddles
He's Bob the Builder of the boulevards for his matchbox cars
Through his highs and his lows
You'll watch him grow.
You may never wonder how an old oak feels, but
I for one can tell you that it's for real, like a
Side crow pose where nobody knows how it's gonna go
Do you feel the sway
Take your leap of faith
You may never wonder how an old oak feels, but
I for one can tell you that it's for real
I wonder, I wonder about the old oak tree
Do they feel the sway
You may never wonder how an old oak feels, but
I for one can tell you that it's for real
Let's sway
Take a leap of faith
You may never wonder how an old oak feels, but
I for one can tell you that it's for real