Endlessly Surprising Tree

Nobody knows who you are
but i can try to understand
let me learn to love each tender scar
as i paint you with the tip of my hand
teach me your story
let me read the book of your journey
to becoming this endlessly surprising tree
of fruit and fun and pleasure and pain



share with me the history of your name
and the path of your people
tutor me to dance as your equal
so we might dance our way to the nearest star
or let our feet's rhythm carry us to the desert sand
Nobody knows who you are
but i can try to understand


And if you should falter or feel weak
I'll learn to listen when you dont speak
so dial my number when you have nothing to say
we'll soak in the static
as troubled times wash away
if you show me how, i'll learn to read
all we have is all we need
and all we are is who we bleed
so this is is where I stand
Nobody knows who you are
...let me be that man.