Walking in a line, step by step I go.
Crossed this country 5 million times, or so.
Concrete pavement is my home,
The trees are my neighbors,
The rocks are my friends.
Walking in the forest; ain't got no place else to go.
A soul has time to wander.
Under starry skies, and black days, and bright lit nights.
It's all the same to me, land is land, and snow is snow.
Eventually, I have to return to my human existence,
Away from my dear moon.
And a human box contains my soul.
And a human man destroys it.
Until I get tired of it all,
So god damned sick of it all!
And I run back to my swamp, and trees, and city night lights.
Because I'm always, running back to you.