The Pines

I don't care what people say, I can't be satisfied

Pushing paper, taking orders now until I die

Running through the pines

Baby's by my side

So your daddy thinks we're lazy, he's preoccupied

By the voices on the radio that tell him lies

Why take his advice?

No one leaves alive

Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (In the California sky)

Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (In the California sky)

Towering tinsel, I'm so high, I'm passing by

Running through the pines

Baby's by my side