Trees

Trees
What ya gonna do when you hear the news?
No more speculation
You know its all true
There’s no field of flowers
No children left to hold
Its time we know
What ya gonna do when the seasons turn?
What ya gonna do when there’s no more trees to fall?
They say its just a memory for the folks to recall
When they’re telling stories about the rain falling
Its time we know we got no place for us to hide
No place for us to go
So what you gonna do
I want to know
What ya gonna do
I wanna know
What you gonna do
I want to know
What ya gonna do
I want to know
What ya gonna do when the sands of time turn to a mountain too steep to climb?
What ya gonna do when we run out of fuel?
Your garage is a grave yard
Your cars no longer cool
Its time we know we’ve got no place to hide no place to go
So what ya gonna do?
I want to know
What ya gonna do
I wanna know
So what you gonna do
I want to know
What ya gonna do
I want to know
What ya gonna do
I want to know