كلمات Crooked Branches

What do you see in me? All those years of broke When you were planting seeds Did you expect my crooked branches would grow? The kind of fruit that feeds Or the kind that leaves you wanting more When I'm feeling tired, my head is hanging low And I can't find my way back Can I follow you home? The second you believed, all those years of broke When you pruning me Said my crooked branches would grow The kind of fruit that feeds The kind that feeds the body, mind, and soul When I'm feeling tired, my head is hanging low And I can't find my way back Can I follow you home When I'm feeling tired When I'm feeling all alone And I can't see the road ahead Can I follow you home? When I'm feeling tired Head is hanging low And I can't find my way back Can I follow you home? Can I follow you home?