You're weary of this life You think of all the hours you threw away and wasted Time and time you try again You pull yourself together Have your slice of day and taste it
All you know of love is looking Through the keyhole of your prison door But every time you think you've freed yourself There's something else for you in store
Come under the sycamore tree Don't let the blues pull you down Come under the sycamore tree Give your worn out shoes a shine
You're weary of this life You think that no one's looking after you, you're wasted Time and time you try again You're keeping up the pace and sing along or else you fake it
All you know of love is stepping on a rollercoaster Taking off to Neverland And every time you think you're there It slips between the fingers of your hand
Come under the sycamore tree Don't let the blues pull you down Come under the sycamore tree Give your worn out shoes a shine
What more is there to say? You could be right in every way Things will never change at all where does that leave you? Does it help to know that I feel you And I'll be there any time you need me to
Come under the sycamore tree Don't let the blues pull you down Come under the sycamore tree Give your worn out shoes a shine ...