You’re going to miss the word Everyone left the world 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 gonna 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 rearrange 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 [x2]