City boy
You think down on days with Dire Straits
Back when you and your friends would sit down
Singing, so far away
You were fresh out of high school
And looking for someone to be
Five years later, you're lying down
On your old man's couch
On your third unfinished degree
Oh, my life's still waiting for me
It might've been an oak tree
Another day
Washing away in the tides of my mood
I wonder if she likes me
Well I guess I'll find out soon
I s'pose I could ask her
There's nothing much more for me to lose
I'm checking the sky, and Jesus Christ
The sun hasn't moved
At least the clouds look cool
It might've been an oak tree
I'm afraid
Of finding a crack in something I hate
The way of the world, suspended in ice
And I've just got skates
And I'm waiting for summer
To show me the warmth of my life
The sun is out, the waters here
And I've just got skates
Always something in my way
The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
It might've been an oak tree
