we left something behind
back there in the foothills, up in the pines
in the pines, in the pines
in the darkest corners of our minds
let’s load up backpacks get our gear all in line
we’ll leave only memories of asphalt behind
for the pines for the pines
for the darkest corners of our minds
(we’re all running we’re all running)
we’re all running from something
we’ve all got our reasons to burrow under the ground
when the sun hides in winter
where the bones of the caribou will be buried down
in cold december
once the trees have traded their leaves for their snowy shrouds
let us become hunters
let the wolves that roam the tundra know our howls
we’re all some kind of feral
we all get that animal feeling when pawing the ground
where the instinct lies dreaming
where the words of our ancestors whisper with every sound
at summer solstice
where the sun and the moon make twin jewels for the mountain’s crown
let’s give ourselves to the forest
where the heartbeat of nothing and everything can be found
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