Wild Wood

High tide — mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing — where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going.
Don’t let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain bring you riches
All the good things — you deserve now.
Climbing forever trying
Find your way out — of the wild wild wood
Now theres no justice
There’s only yourself — that you can trust in
And I said — high tide mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing — just where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going.