You Take the Gold by Beachwood Sparks  

You take the gold and
I’ll take the forest
You can have what is bought and sold
Cause I can’t take much more of this
My trees of green will always
Give me shade.

When we come around again
Things won’t be looking quite the same
The trees will all be gone and
They’ll keep rolling on
Cause they don’t care about you or me…

When I came back home again
I knew that things just wouldn’t be the same
Like when loneliness was gone and
I kept rollin’ on
Because there was a you
And a me

 
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