London Plane Trees Grow in Philly

Vats of hydrochloric acid

Pickling steel and scouring cabinets

Also line our sour stomachs

What can kill us will become us

I'm obsessed with cemeteries

Tangible, contemporary

Even trees are partly buried

Dig the roots so they can carry

Dig the roots so we can carry

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

Do we teach our kids to scatter?

Climb their poles and kick the ladder?

Carpe diem, sharp beneath them

Fall to pieces, what's the matter?

I like knowing who will love me

I like how my loved ones bug me

What a privilege to be choosy

Not a privilege, but a duty

Not a privilege, but a duty

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get pissed when things I wonder

Someone tries to write in numbers

When the rain comes, I recover

Rain reminds me of my brother

When I start catastrophizing

I call you to stem the rising

Ache of living, fear of dying

"They're the same," says fate, while sighing

"They're the same," says fate, while sighing

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

One man's Jaguar in the '80s

I am his wife's baby's baby

And like Marcel in his teacup

I am partial to the lead-up

London plane trees, I call Henry

Ask him why they plant so many

Half a life in New York City

London plane trees grow in Philly

London plane trees grow in Philly

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get

I get it, I get it, I get it, I get