Boomerang (feat. Ben Sollee)

What goes around
Comes around
What grows above starts underground
And it's hard to tell
Hard to tell
Whether it's coming, going, coming, going
What goes around
Comes around
What grows above starts underground
And it's hard to tell
Hard to tell
Whether it's coming, going, coming, going

Small seeds grow big trees with thick leaves
That reach for the sun
While the roots dig deep underground
What goes around comes around
especially when there's only so much to go around

Two trees stared at each other in a field
Family, a sister and a brother is how they feel
Brand new saplings, roots unraveling, branches catching
sun rays just basking
Asking for nothing but the blue, warm sky,
breeze blowing by, pure as a newborn's eye
They're separated by about a half mile but connected by glad smiles
They laugh while the wind blows 
Because all the trees just dance
Otherwise they meditate, surrounded by plant friends
Smaller trees all of these are their tribe
Tree people so peaceful it's hard to describe

What goes around
Comes around
What grows above starts underground
And it's hard to tell
Hard to tell
Whether it's coming, going, coming, going

The four seasons brought more freezing wind
Than a spring that was much more pleasing
The brother tree had a real hard winter
And blew off some branches and left his bark splintered
The cold fury of the snow flurries got him so worried
That he began to grow in a hurry
When other trees around him tried to be bigger, 
It was every tree for himself he figured
So he stretched out his branches and stole their light
And he made his roots double almost overnight
Wouldn't let a sun ray or a drop get by
They pleaded with him, if he didn't stop they'd die
But he was so scared of being unprepared that he just didn't care
His sister tree stared from way over there
Where she shared with the family
And watched him grow along with his insanity

What goes around
Comes around
What grows above starts underground
And it's hard to tell
Hard to tell
Whether it's coming, going, coming, going

The years passed
The brother's mere path fading back in a way that was clear as glass
See, this tree thought that if he was the biggest he'd be ok
He didn't see it was a sickness
You can't control how life unfolds and so by the time he was ripe and old
A city had sprung up with lots of tall buildings 
Before long that field was all filled in
By then he was all alone
So he got surrounded by brick walls and stone
His sister had a family, which was really smart
Because they were so beautiful they became a city park
An itty bitty part of the sky was all he saw
She saw sunsets, swing-sets and seesaws
We all got choices to make so remember,
Greed bites like a poisonous snake

What goes around
Comes around
What grows above starts underground
And it's hard to tell
Hard to tell
Whether it's coming, going, coming, going