The Endless Patterns of the Trees Lyrics

I like the hum of railroad tracks

Stories told without the facts

Pictures that say a couple words

Messages on the legs of birds

I like the whistle of the wind

A friendly voice that says, Come in

The endless patterns of the trees

My endless possibilities

I like that, yeah, I like that

I like my coffee pupil black

Going where I can't go back

Rattled words inside my head

Reminding me that I'm not dead

I like the gray glow of the moon

Sunlight in the afternoon

The endless patterns of the trees

And when I have epiphanies

I like that, yeah, I like that

I like the language of the rain

The magic that's in every brain

Honey sweetened cups of tea

The buzzing of a honey bee

I like to look at outer space

And at my wife's beautiful face

The endless patterns of the trees

And finding my abilities

I like that, yeah, I like that

I like the windows of a moving train

I like the smell of concrete in the rain

I like to wash my troubles down the drain

I like not having a reason to complain

I like it when my daughter laughs

Seeing old time photographs

Finding the right words to say

Being in love every day

I like it when my son laughs too

And the words I love you

The endless patterns of the trees

Creating brand new histories

I like that, yeah, I like that

I like that, yeah, I like that

Yeah, I do