She talked to the tree sometimes
He poured out his problems
She gave him advice

She taught him how to pull through
She felt very needed
She hoped it was true

She talked to the tree sometimes
She got out the rake
When all his leaves died

She watched as these new leaves grew
He was so grateful
The tree in his youth

I guess along the way she forgot
You can't confide in a tree
Something goes wrong

And with all those pretty new leaves
She was no longer needed
Replaced by new things

She still talks to the tree sometimes
But she just listens
All quiet and nice