I know you're totally pissed when you cry
and somewhere in the back woods,
is a forgotten tree house
And once there was a desk
full of maps, pictures, your degrees and your plans
and now it's all in a storage locker somewhere in this town
I can see the alcohol in you hum
don't cry baby,
there's still time
we'll find that treehouse and desk
your degrees and your plans
if it's the last thing we do