I climbed out to see on my sycamore tree, now I sit alone and sway

On a hot, sticky day I’d be excited to say

I feel a breeze coming my way

But despite the heat, I’m frozen out on my seat

While the branches bend down like whim

As I look at the ground, it’s so far from me now

But real soon it’ll be on my chin

I got my candy apple and my separation anxiety

I’m gonna drive west til I leave all this stress behind me

I got my candy apple and my separation anxiety

I’m gonna drive west til there’s nobody left who can find me

I looked back at the trunk, who would’ve think

But you were sittin there smilin’ at me

It was you to begin, who got me out on this limb

Tellin’ me of some sweet sweet fruit

Well I wouldn’t have bet, no I’d never have guessed

When we were holding hands in safety now it’s a shame I’ve been

Duped by the promise of fruit now I’ve lost hold of the truth