Old Red Maple

Lover, I was driving down the interstate today
Saw a little old red maple up by highway 28
But the sycamores were taller and bigger at the waist
And a billboard selling something cast a shadow on her face
And I drove on

When winter laid her frozen hand on Middletown last year
All the countryside was burdened by the weight of heaven's tears
That old maple was bent over like some ancient pharoah's slave
Though the ice is long forgotten, there's just something about the weight she can't forget

Lover, there's a couple things of which I am afraid
Of being washed out in your shadow or bent beneath your weight
But the thing I'm most afraid of is everbody's gaze
That they'd give me their attention for a couple years or days and then drive on and forget



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Writer(s): Mark Guinn
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