Upon this former apple orchard
I planted my roots
It once supplied my everything
The scraped knees
The heartache
The sunshine of my youth

We climbed so high
So that we could hide
When we couldn't put the flare out
We climbed so high
So high that I
Could finally clear my head

We are the ones who wander
Take what we want and build our homes
Forget their names and faces
Forget the roads we used to know
They lead back home

But there's little apples on the path through the park
A halfhearted reminder of behemoths that once swayed in the breeze
And the ghosts of a million tiny footfalls
Still haunt the asphalt

Our hearts are warmed by nostalgia
Our houses adorned by mementos
And nobody knows
Nah, they know
They just don't seem to care
About anyone anywhere

We climbed so high
So that we might hide
When we couldn't put the flare out

And yeah we climbed so high
So high that I
Could finally clear my head

We are the ones who wander
Take what we want and build our homes
Forget their names and faces
Forget the roads we used to know
That lead back home

Where's the little apples on the path through the park?
Where is the reminder of the people who were here all along?
And the ghosts of a million tiny footfalls
Paved over by asphalt

We once sung of an empire that's falling
So watch it crumble

Maybe juvenile politic
Can still be quite prophetic
Because sometimes the obvious
Gets buried in poetics

And when we're gone
No one will weep
A beautiful garden will grow where we sleep
And the plastics we made
Will be all that remain
Because those are our little apples

Ghost towns all around the world consumed by green
Green vines crawling up the walls consume all things
Things will get better in a world without us
What are your little apples?

Empty family homes frozen in time
It looks like they left in the middle of the night
Because they left everything behind
There's cars in the driveway
The driveway's overgrown
There's ivy on the rooftops
And moss grows over bone