I'm safe in my tree fort.
From the people who would hurt me
I think that I just might say up here all day, 
Don;t have to pay no mind to those who think
It's time form me to come inside.

Cloaked in pine boughs
Nobody knows my place
It seems like it should just be easy enough,
Just to have all the stuff in world 
baked into a pie, come inside.
 
AND if you can't see what it's doing to me
you must be blind
COS it's easy to hide when your lost outside 
trying to find home.

And the rain sneaks down your shirt,
You don't want to be hurt agian
Sure it's cold but it's not the end of the world,
To be hurled back into the mud with blood clotting 
in your eye, come inside.
# copyright Joe Johnston