People grow on trees, they're many, many, many
I'm counting them out ten a penny
So many, many, many lights in the window
Could they be lives in limbo?

Say a tree falls to the ground
If there is no one around did it make a sound?
If there be no ears to hear what's overheard over here, is it clear?
First there is sight and then there is seen
A trick of the light, try as I might
Quite half what we see can't possibly be and the rest is so unlikely

I know it's absurd, but hadn't you heard
that to be is to be perceived?
This existence known, you're not alone
when I'm not around, gone from your town
be real to me after I leave
A trick of the light, try as you might
Quite half what you see can't possibly be and the rest is so unlikely

People grow on trees, they're many, many, many
I'm counting them out ten a penny
So many, many, many lights in the window
Could they be lives in limbo?

Make it abundantly clear, what are we even talking about here?
All that exists is what my eyes can see, in my real reality
Do they cease to perform when I'm gone?
A trick of the light try as they might
Quite half what they see can't possibly be and the rest is so unlikely
Quite half what we see can't possibly be and the rest is so unlikely