Furthest From the Tree - Old Lights

I miss my sister and my neices in California

What kind of man do they think I am

I never call I never wish them happy birthday

For reasons you and I don’t understand

I am the youngest one, I fell furthest from the tree

I couldn’t be no one but me

I know you’re trying to just love me like you do

But it’s hell for me, heaven for you

It’s getting late the war is over

Let’s wash this blood from our hands

Now the band’s playing Crimson and Clover

You and I can even dance

I cannot sleep even with you next to me

Oh my mind keeps racing

I try to write it down

Oh I tried counting sheep

But my mind won’t let me be

It’s getting late the war is over

Let’s wash this blood from our hands

Now the band’s playing Crimson and Clover

You and I can even dance

It’s getting late the war is over

Let’s wash this blood from our hands

Now the band’s playing Crimson and Clover

You and I can even dance