You're going to miss the wood Everyone left the wood Take what you can carry Find a road and follow Of course i'm supposed to work i Come from the hills i Find and eat food i Try to protect i Of course i like to laugh i Look at the sky Look in your eye
All i feel is transition When do we get home? All i feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind
You're going to miss the wood I come from the fen i I left the den The wind blows no good it Tells of a change that Might re-arrange We can't see the ground it's Not where it was
All i feel is transition When do we get home? All i feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind The stars are indifferent to astronomy And all that we think we know Mars will salute your autonomy But he doesn't need to know
All I feel is transition When do we get home? All i feel is transition Now to be alone With a clear eye But a clouded mind No-one wants to live this fiction Where didn't we go wrong? With a clear eye And a clouded mind The stars are indifferent to astronomy And all that we think we know Mars will salute your autonomy But he doesn't need to know