These pines

These pines are not the ones that i'm used to They won't carry me home when I cry Am I too far gone to recover Or can I turn if I try Should I trade my soul for another Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy Like so many times before Yeah these pines Are not mine They don't smell so sweet like the ones in my mind And I search the needles 'Til I run out of time But I don't see you in These Pines. Di I stumble or falter my words When I'm saying everything is all right I'm not one to release my depression But these trees bring it out every night Well i don't talk 'cos I'm trying to listen To the wind take me home through these leaves But it's quiet and don't hear nothing Cos the wind doesn't blow through these trees