Lyrics to Sycamore Tree
I found our names carved in the bark of the old sycamore tree;
Who do you think put them there, your initials wrapped around mine?
There was a time I thought you had the strangest hold over me,
But now I'm miles away from there, and I'm still doing just fine...

On the day I found my wings
I spread them wide and flew away,
I was always bound for better things,
You never wanted me to stay,
And now when the telephone rings
I know there's nothing left to say --
I don't wonder if it's you at all.

You're just a small town boy in your small town world
And I was never meant to be a small town girl;
Now I'm flying high, but flying on my own. (I'm flying on my own.)
We had to make our choices, had to pay our dues,
And I guess that meant somebody had to lose, (Yes, that meant somebody had to lose.)
Now the phone still rings, but it's never you
Calling me to say come home... (Calling me to say come home...)

I used to walk beside the creek and ask myself if this was love;
There's a sort of lunacy that teenage girls fall victim to.
You slid yourself into a dream, you said it fit you like a glove,
And when you had no room for me, I walked away from you...

On the day I found my wings
I said ‘that's it, I'm out the door;
I know I'm bound for better things,
And I'm not waiting anymore,'
And I know why the caged bird sings,
And I know who my song is for --
I'm not gonna wait for you to call. (Fly away...rise and fly away...)

You're just a small town boy in your small town world (Fly away, fly away...)
And I was never meant to be a small town girl; (Fly away, fly away...)
Now I'm flying high, but flying on my own. (I'm flying on my own.)
You don't get second chances, don't get second starts,
Never get replacements for a broken heart, (No replacement for a broken heart.)
Here's a final message, saying please, don't start
Calling me to say come home... (Calling me to say come home...)

Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall,
And that's a lie, and that's a fact,
But I left those words in another lifetime,
I'm a million miles away, and I'm not coming back... (Come back, come back.)

Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall.
(Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall.)
Sarah Tapper loves, Sarah Tapper loves...
(Harry Marshall, come back, Harry Marshall, come back.)
Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall.
(Come back, spread my wings and come back.)
That's a lie, that's a fact.
(Come back, spread my wings and come back.)
Sarah Tapper loves...spread my wings and, spread my wings and...
(That's a lie, that's a fact; come back. Spread my wings and come back...)
Fly away...fly away...
(Rise and...)

He's just a small town boy, I'm just a small town girl,
(Come back...)
And I was never meant for such a small town world.
(Come back...)
You told me small town truths, I told you small town lies.
(Come back...)
I've got a small town heart in a big town disguise.
(Come back...)

I found our names carved in the old sycamore tree
(Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall; come back...)
I found our names carved in the old sycamore tree
(Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall; come back...)
Who do you think put them there?
(Your initials wrapped around mine.)
Who do you think put them there?
(Your initials wrapped around mine.)

Who do you think...come home...
(Come home, come home.)
Somebody had to pay our dues,
(I found our names carved in the old sycamore tree.)
That means somebody had to lose,
And now the phone still rings, but it's never you
Calling me to say, calling me to say, calling me to say,
(Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall, Sarah Tapper loves, Sarah Tapper loves...)
(Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me...)
Come home...
(Sarah Tapper loves Harry Marshall,)
Come home...
(That's a lie and that's a fact.)
Come home...
(But I left those words in another lifetime)
I'm a million miles away.
And I'm not coming back...
Come back...
Come back...

I found our names carved in the old sycamore tree.
Who do you think put them there,
Your initials wrapped around mine?
(Come back...)


Written on: 2005-06-17. Seanan McGuire
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