You're gonna 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 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
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 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
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