You were an oak and I was an old hickory. river roared between us as the winds from the north stole our leaves. 
 You were an open road and I was a suitcase ready to go. Something tells me someday that that suitcase is going to need a home. You were a rose and I was a raindrop at most. I'll still soak the ground down to your roots just so we can be close. 

 Oh mighty ghost save my soul, 
 Oh mighty ghost save my soul, 
 I'm not afraid of dying but I'm sure afraid of dying alone. 

 You were a pine and I was an alder tree. We'll sit up in the Star lit night and wonder how this world can be. 
 You were the time and I was a memory, that I'd pack up in the suitcase that I planned to take on the road with me. 
 You were an oak and I was an old hickory. The river roared between us as the winds from the north stole our leaves.