| Jami was a good friend | 
| Back when we were kids and my father got sick | 
| We would hang out on the weekends | 
| In her house by the cathedral where all the good people | 
| Got dressed up on a Sunday | 
| To go and spill their secrets no matter who the preacher was | 
| We used to find that funny | 
| But it’s easy when you’re young not to realize that you’re lucky | 
| When the last of your friends are gone | 
| You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on | 
| But if you crash and nobody sees | 
| Just remember there will always be | 
| A room for you in my house in the trees | 
| Aaron was a good friend | 
| We were in our twenties, we drove across the country | 
| Then moved into the canyon | 
| And he looked after the business the year that I got sick | 
| Then we went off in different directions | 
| Kept in touch but it never was the same | 
| I never got to thank him | 
| But I wrote it in a letter | 
| I’m sure I’ll send it someday | 
| When the last of your friends are gone | 
| You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on | 
| But if you crash and nobody sees | 
| Just remember there will always be | 
| A room for you in my house in the trees | 
| Trees | 
| I am a lucky man | 
| I have been so many places | 
| When I dream it seems I’m chasing | 
| A bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet memories | 
| When the last of your friends are gone | 
| You learn a whole lot about hanging on and on | 
| But if you crash and nobody sees | 
| Just remember there will always be | 
| A room for you in my house in the trees | 
| Trees | 
| My house in the trees | 
| Trees | 
| My house in the trees | 
| Trees |