I was alone and trawling through the valley for peace When there, through the teardrops hanging in the doorway, I freeze My kind of people, already leaning into one another Like fallen trees Why am I always drawn to the trough on my knees? Broken in a way that none of us can fathom or ease My kind of people, lying around in the wreckage of the laughter Like fallen trees And nothing's gonna change the way we deal With the ruins of our feelings by pushing on the ceiling So as I collapse into another huddle, I see That no one is holding any other brother but me My kind of people, they can take the weight of any other Like fallen trees