i suppose theres something i did find wonderful about the wilderness
even if its endless sea of trees tend to make me sick to my stomach
feet flat on the ground i could turn right around encircled by green
lying dead on my back if i survive this night i will learn to love again
there are just too many ways to question your motions and motives
under gods living tent of trees and this dead space of the starlit sky
that night maybe i did give something back to the earth, my youth
i stomped that out like the dying fire crying out to end his agony
but none of this is what is so wonderful about the horrible forest
it was a man-made miracle and the sound of folk singers saving my life
through the wires of a machine filling my ears with hopeful thoughts
right before and after i understood that one day will end all others
everything i could ever learn would never prepare me for tomorrow