Cant Stand? Sit.

I can't stand to see you cry.

And when you do I die;

On the inside.

Because your crying about me,

You don't realize that I see you under that old oak tree.

You cry in my arms,

On my sleeve,

And on my chest and jeans.

There isn't a day that goes by,

That's says good-bye,

But always say Hello.

And that little voice inside the wind keeps me

Sane and mellow