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