Where the trees are growing and the leaves sit on the wind—it's nice to know the stars and sit alone, 'cause I don't know no god to answer to.
When I go on my evening stroll, where I go—only I know.
You're always stalling.
If you don't show, you won't win.
You know no one's gonna write you a note and time don't wait up for no one.
When you go on your evening stroll, where you go—only you know.
We're stronger from what didn't k** us, well beyond the awesome wilderness—overgrown.
Oh, no—don't go leaving well enough alone.
'Cause I'm well and enough for you to hold on to.