White Apple Tree

Mr. Sanity

White Apple Tree


The sex is gone
The nights are cold
And you are right where you need to be
Some insignificant retreat
The spectrum of complacency
My televised transparency
The listless dreams of Sanity

I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
Oh

The yellow cab
Your faithful hand
Calming my uncertainties
Of idiotic policies
The southwest sun
The ocean breeze
Should call for slightly shorter sleeves
A vibrant hue of Sanity

I'll never let you go
I'll never let you go
Oh