Wolf Trees

There’s a little place
Nobody knows
Nothing gets too big
So no one ever goes
I made it my place
Where the moon and rain
Are my things
And they keep their aim on me
And what I need
​It's hot under the lights
The American dream
Flashes through the night
A bright white Limousine
Nobody told you
That the big get small
And the highway ends
At the garden wall outside
The street signs lied
Oooh this wheelin' world
​ Comes around
How could I begin
To tell you how?
Easy it would be
To find a place for now
In the soft light
Of th almost dark
Where the wolf trees
Howl through th park
For you
And things you do
Oooh this wheelin' world
​ Comes around