Dead Maple Tree

Walking to my old hometown To wash all my thoughts away Climbed the treehouse that we built But it's all dirty now It's alright, I'll clean it Gazing out the window Remember The maple tree Used to be... Big red maple tree Where we climbed back then A big trunk is all I see And a dumb bus stop The child inside of me Mourns the dead maple tree The kind of adult I'll be Will set him free So bury me Beneath the maple tree Please bury me Beneath the maple tree