crash course in death with every single breath a shallow broken whisper comes to mind a raspy goodbye now the last words left behind a little withered but mostly weathered a legend that chose to nurture the bottom and now in its place a legacy of full grown trees one that i am proud to say ill be young trees rise up from the bottom doing what the old ones taught em from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday and with one last tractor ride a slow blue through the green and brown a boy with a heavy heart and mind with every tool and every skill he had to look inside himself to find the one to change direction it was an classic reaction for one raised by the master young trees rise up from the bottom using what the old ones taught em from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday anchorless seeds still stuck in the weeds and i can t believe it tell me only say good things and i will complete it drifting seeds still stuck in the weeds and i can t believe it tell me only say good things and i will complete it young trees rise up from the bottom doing what the old ones taught em from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday from a world away i can hear your leaves everyday