Peter Poehl going to where the tea trees are

I fell just before.
I don't know why
Just couldn't walk anymore,
something in my way.
Now my steps are smaller,
a little smaller than before
So I will go to where the tee-trees turn to wine.
I'll be just fine,
It takes a believer sometimes.
So I will go to where the tea-trees are.
Climbing over question marks,
need to straighten some out.
Take them off my shoulder,
put some space between.
So I will go to where the tea-trees turn to wine.
I'll be just fine.
It takes a believer sometimes.