| Song | Better for Us |
| Artist | Grant Lee Buffalo |
| Album | Copperopolis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one | |
| Wondering if i could point to the place | |
| Where we first slept 'neath it's branches | |
| Oh oh | |
| Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
| This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
| And as we matured it was shade for | |
| The secrets that we passed along | |
| But this oak has grown old wither-wrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| On your tip toes a ten-penny nail jutting high in the bark | |
| Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
| Places we hid after dark oh | |
| Oh oh | |
| Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
| Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
| This is the burial mound of | |
| My youth and my innocence | |
| This oak has grown old wither-wrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| Oh oh oh | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us yeah | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Oh oh oh |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| Soon we' ll count the rings inside all one by one | |
| Wondering if i could point to the place | |
| Where we first slept ' neath it' s branches | |
| Oh oh | |
| Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
| This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
| And as we matured it was shade for | |
| The secrets that we passed along | |
| But this oak has grown old witherwrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| On your tip toes a tenpenny nail jutting high in the bark | |
| Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
| Places we hid after dark oh | |
| Oh oh | |
| Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
| Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
| This is the burial mound of | |
| My youth and my innocence | |
| This oak has grown old witherwrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| Oh oh oh | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us yeah | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Oh oh oh |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| Soon we' ll count the rings inside all one by one | |
| Wondering if i could point to the place | |
| Where we first slept ' neath it' s branches | |
| Oh oh | |
| Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
| This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
| And as we matured it was shade for | |
| The secrets that we passed along | |
| But this oak has grown old witherwrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| On your tip toes a tenpenny nail jutting high in the bark | |
| Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
| Places we hid after dark oh | |
| Oh oh | |
| Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
| Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
| This is the burial mound of | |
| My youth and my innocence | |
| This oak has grown old witherwrung | |
| It threatens to fall | |
| Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
| Oh oh oh | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us yeah | |
| Better for us | |
| Better for us | |
| Oh oh oh |