you’re going to miss the wood everyone left the wood 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 going to 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 re-arrange 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