Lyrics: Candace Lacina/Mike Little
You can try to tell a tree
That it's rooted in rocky soil
Like you can try to tell a truck
That it uses too much oil
But that tree is gonna grow
And that truck is gonna go
And you'll be left
With all intentions spoiled
You can try to tell the wind
To blow upon your sail
Like you can try to catch a fish
By the lip or by the tail
But your boat will stay in place
As that fish laughs in your face
And you'll be left
With the whales
You can try to tell a man
Not to live the way he does
Like you can try to tell a hound
Not to howl just because
But that dog will run away
And there will come a final day
And you'll be left
Just wishing for what was