LADDER WAY

Pocket knives, treehouse climbs
We carved our names in the wood
When the sun's just right you can see it
and the other day there I stood
We spent the summers there
Lying on a carpet mat
No time to worry
Played puzzles on our sleeping bags

Sit inside the 'A' frame we built upon the roof
Solve the earths problems and end a day feeling good
We'd contemplate rejection from those who misunderstood
We'd spend our days just living in the wood

Chorus

We would not climb down
Till we had built our stronghold
We would not stay down
We'd learned to separate from the ground

Nails are still wedged in a crevice
Remnants of two boys who knew
that everything was ahead of us
Hammers swing and miss their mark
Denting in the side
But the wood was strong and our tools would outlast...

Outlast the child bombs that explode and then are gone
Like the wasps in the tree beside us, we ran from and moved on

Chorus

We would not climb down
Till we had built our stronghold
We would not stay down
We'd learned to separate from the ground
We'd learned to separate from the ground
We'd learned to climb our ladder way
Our ladder...
We'd learned to climb our ladder way
We'd learned to climb our ladder way
Our ladder way