Up here in my tree, yeah
Newspapers matter not to me, yeah
No more crowbars to my head, yeah
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead, yeah

Wave to all my friends, yeah
They don't seem to notice me, no
All their eyes trained on the street, yo, oh
Sidewalk cigarettes and scenes, tempted
Up here so high I start to shake
Up here so high the sky I scrape
I'm so high I hold just one breath here within my chest
Just like innocence

(Eddie's down in his home)
(Oh, the blue sky, it's his home)
(Eddie's blue sky home)
(Oh, the blue sky, it's his home)

I remember when, yeah
I swore I knew everything, oh yeah
Let's say knowledge is a tree, yeah
It's growing up just like me, yeah
I'm so light the wind he shakes
I'm so high the sky I scrape
I'm so light I hold just one breath and flew back to my nest
Sleep with innocence

Up here so high the boughs they break
Up here so high the sky I scrape
Had my eyes peeled both wide open, and I got a glimpse
Of my innocence, got back my inner sense
Baby got it, still got it

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Eddie Vedder, Jack Irons, Stone Gossard