You cut me down a treeAnd brought it back to meAnd that's what made me seeWhere I was going wrongYou put me on a shelfAnd kept me for yourselfI can only blame myselfYou can only blame meAnd I could write a songA hundred miles longWell, that's where I belongAnd you belong with meAnd I could write it downOr spread it all aroundGet lost and then get foundOr swallowed in the seaYou put me on a lineAnd hung me out to dryAnd darling that's when IDecided to go to see youYou cut me down to sizeAnd opened up my eyesMade me realizeWhat I could not seeAnd I could write a bookThe one they'll say that shookThe world, and then it tookIt took it back from meAnd I could write it downOr spread it all aroundGet lost and then get foundAnd you'll come back to meNot swallowed in the seaOoh...And I could write a songA hundred miles longWell, that's where I belongAnd you belong with meThe streets you're walking onA thousand houses longWell, that's where I belongAnd you belong with meOh what good is it to liveWith nothing left to giveForget but not forgiveNot loving all you seeOh the streets you're walking onA thousand houses longWell that's where I belongAnd you belong with meNot swallowed in the seaYou belong with meNot swallowed in the seaYeah, you belong with meNot swallowed in the sea