Treeline

Down, just past the tree line
You will find my body there
Please, I beg you, please
Don’t show my children
What has become of me

John once said, “Let's come together”
All it ever got me was a bullet in the back
Just like him
But now that the snow has melted
My body’s free, now go
You will find me down at the river
Where it overflowed
Way back in late December
Where Mrs. Sullivan slipped
On the ice, very nice
I saw it all

How did they make us?
Oh, how did they know?
That I’d been there in the basement
Laying low
I think I may have been
Born at the wrong time
It’s what everybody says
Oh no

I saw the whole thing