As my taxi waits for me,
I stop to look at that lonely tree,
That stands in front of me,
It used to be filled with flowers you see.
Now it seems just like me,
Trying to survive the winter cold,
As one day we all have to grow old.
I am from a different state you see,
But colour is not important to me,
As I look closely at the lonely tree,
Standing there for everyone to see.