Soft fading lightAnd on the street belowthe people come and goand the traffic rushes by and then the lights turn redCold now and it is getting lateAnd people look at their watchesAs they wait for the busAnd thereÃâs a man with no gloves and he blows on his fingersAnd it gets dark so fast for such a long dayAnd the room is quiet and starts to fade awayJust the smell of cigarettesAnd only one broken glassAnd you would never guessI have climbed up to the top of the tallest treeAnd no one knows IÃâm hereAnd I could hide for hours and hoursAnd I can see for milesAnd I have never fallenAnd I will not come downAnd the sun is shiningDownstairs someone is getting homeAnd the door slamsAnd running footsteps on the floorAnd a stereo starts upAnd they are laughingAnd I can hear them talkingBut I canÃât quite make it outAnd I wonder what their saying andWhat they can find to talk aboutAnd I wonder why he staysAnd why he hasnÃât walked outI have climbed up to the top of the tallest treeAnd no one knows IÃâm hereAnd I could hide for hours and hoursAnd I can see for milesAnd I have never fallenAnd I will not come downAnd the sun is shining