| When we went off away from the forest,we did travel far to get a taste of so much more. | |
| We dug up the roots of all the stories, put 'em in a potand brought them to a fiery road. | |
| We fed on these things without a worry,never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm. | |
| Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday. | |
| Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in. | |
| Rested elbows twice on a table can be nice,but the comforts they can be deceiving(Short instrumental break) | |
| The seasons are not what they once seemed. | |
| The berries all are green, though summer's at a fine high crest. | |
| We lifted our shirts up in a hurry,reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest. | |
| We slept up all the fat but there'd be no more of that,cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopies. | |
| Swinging tails from trees we could gather what we need. | |
| Give away what we had our first share of,but now the forks and knives with the sacrifice. | |
| We could bare only some can believe in.(Instrumental break) | |
| When we in turn, we find all the leaves had died. | |
| Had we all gone away for such a long time.we are alike, so sweet and enough to eat,but now it's all just bones and a long way away from home. |