Headlights are set easily To wild creatures and setting suns The cast outs are carried home To winter pastures to freeze alone Single trails branch out forever Encountering deer's will Always endeavour to notice familiar Places together Drenched lands are set neatly To pale backdrop, secluded homes Each one half cast in stone Will fall completely to rivers flow Look out for them! Hello boys I've got a message for you! Don't ever, ever strike the town Unless you change your colours Don't ever return to beat the man Unless you go into the forest land I've got a message for you.