And I won't let your tired thoughts bring me back home
I won't let you take this monkey off his tree
And I won't let you roll your coaster over me.
I'm growing tall this fall.
Used to be a time when we were high just like them trees
Now the season's changed and we are falling with the
Now you are a vine and you are hanging round my knees
Now you are a vine and you are begging "Honey, please"
I'm growing tall this fall