I awoke or so it seemed
In a gentle pile of leaves
In this bed so fragrant and sweet
I had craved something to eat
I was reaching for higher branches
Praying that they'll hold
All my peers around me
Just tryin' to fit the mold
Grabbing low hanging fruit
Low hanging fruit
I'm headed for the canopy
Headed for the canopy
So I climbed just for the view
And I passed on heavy fruit
Staved my tongue for higher rungs
Now it's all I want to do
I'm reaching for the branches
Praying I won't fold
All my peers around me
Are just grabbing all they'll hold
But I'm headed for the canopy
Headed for the canopy
Who knows what I'll see here
From high up in the tree
I refuse to settle for fruit within my reach
Who knows what we'll see here
High up in the tree
Headed for the canopy
Who knows what our eyes will see
We're headed for the canopy