Lyrics

I don’t know which way to go
And I don’t know why I don’t know
For a man with a whole lot of blessings
I sure do make a lot of messes
So if you wanna know which way to go
Come join me under the tree
I’ll be waiting for an apple to fall

I bought the house with the gray front door
It's all beige and gray except the floor
I guess the color was inconsequential
In the face of the almighty eventual
If death is dragging your style down
Come join me under the tree
I’ll be waiting for an apple to fall

Someday the sun will rise
And I won’t be here to rub my eyes
I’ll be blinking at the father and the son
I’ll be blushing for the things I done
Until they tell me that it’s time to go
Come join me under the tree
I’ll be shaking it free
I ain’t waiting for an apple to fall

Come join me under the tree
I’ll be shaking it free
I ain’t waiting for an apple to fall