House In The Trees

Jami was a good friend
 Back when we were kids and my father got sick
 We would hang out on the weekends
 In her house by the cathedral where all the good people
 Got dressed up on a Sunday
 To go and spill their secrets no matter who the preacher was
 We used to find that funny
 But it's easy when you're young not to realize that you're lucky
 When the last of your friends are gone
 You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
 But if you crash and nobody sees
 Just remember there will always be
 A room for you in my house in the trees
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 Aaron was a good friend
 We were in our twenties, we drove across the country
 Then moved into the canyon
 And he looked after the business the year that I got sick
 Then we went off in different directions
 Kept in touch but it never was the same
 I never got to thank him
 But I wrote it in a letter
 I'm sure I'll send it someday
 When the last of your friends are gone
 You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
 But if you crash and nobody sees
 Just remember there will always be
 A room for you in my house in the trees, trees
 I am a lucky man
 I have been so many places
 When I dream it seems I'm chasing
 A bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memory
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 When the last of your friends are gone
 You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on
 But if you crash and nobody sees
 Just remember there will always be
 A room for you in my house in the trees, trees
 My house in the trees (we went off in different directions)
 Kept in touch but it never was the same
 We went off in different directions
 Kept in touch but it never was the same