Mist is dancing on the lake
Sun is rising, I'm awake
Feeling every muscle ache
Camping

City born and city bred
City noises in my head
Wrapped up in a nylon bed
Camping

Feel the silence of the trees
Taste the sweetness of the breeze
Wrap a bandage round my knees
Camping

I don't think I've ever seen the sky so full of stars
I don't think I've ever been this far away from cars
I don't think my feet can walk another thirty yards

On a trail aimed at the sky
Must be near a mile high
Wish my pack could learn to fly
Camping

Count the blisters, every sore
Count the bugs declaring war
Count on being back for more
Camping