I wake in the night and I want to writenAbout what we went throughnI've been lying still for weeksnGot this new piano, and it's older than my dadnBut it sings the way I think so I stay at home and playnI get in and out some of these daysnI'd rather swing below this old red treenBut I get tired, I've seen too muchnnI ain't got a dollar to my name but full of stories I amnI ramble on about love and her and hernThere were two of them, one left and one diednOne year in the life, you know I lost everythingnBut I found a new home in the women I belong tonThey make me tired, I've seen too muchnnI ain't never been so alone and I've never felt so coldnAnd I swear that I want love more than I want goldnI'd trade it all for one more story with younOr one more kiss with her, one more year innocentnAnd there was a time not so long agonWhen I knew I had the worldnAnd I held it close, close enough to let me gonIt made me tired, I've seen too muchnnMy past swings away from menAs I swing beneath this old red treenBeen swinging here for years nownAnd I swung through their deaths and weddingsnAnd confessed love to the women I belong tonMy mother's getting oldernAnd she watches colder winters as we agenWho does she belong tonI bet she's tired, bet she's seen too muchnI'm tired, I know I've seen too muchnI'm tired, I've seen too much