These pines are not the ones that I'm used to They won't carry me home when I cry I too far gone to recover Or can I return if I try Should I trade my soul for another Learn not to complain anymore Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy Like so many times before Yeah these pines Are not mine They don't smell so sweet Like the ones in my mind And I search the needles 'Til I run out of time But I don't see you in these pines Do I stumble or falter my words When I'm saying everything is all right I'm not one to release my depression But these trees bring it out every night Well I don't talk 'cause I'm trying to listen To the wind take me home through these leaves But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing 'Cause the wind doesn't blow through these trees Yeah these pines Are not mine They don't smell so sweet Like the ones in my mind And I search the needles 'Til I run out of time But I don't see you in these pines No I don't see you in these pines another mediocre transciption by missez premise