Misunderstood and disillusioned
I go on describing this place
and the way it feels to live and die

The natural world and whatever else it's called
I drive in and out of town
seeing no edge, breathing sky

And it's hard to describe
without seeming absurd
I know there's no other world,
mountains and websites

Dark smoke fills the air -
some from the fire in my house,
some from me driving around

I could see the lights of town
through the trees on the ridge
on my way home in the dark

I meant all my songs not as a picture of the woods
but just to remind myself
that I briefly live

The gleaming stone of the moon in the sky at noon,
there is no other world
and there has never been

I still walk, living, sleeping,
life in the real world of clouds
clawing for meaning

Still when I see branches in the wind,
the tumultuous place where I live
calls out, revealing

Can you see the river in the branches
and know that it means you will die
and that peace is returning?

Can you find a wildness in your body
and walk through the store after work
holding it high?

I've held aloft some delusions,
from now on I will be perfectly clear:
there's no part of the world more meaningful
and raw impermanence echoes in the sky

There is either no end
or constant, simultaneous
end and beginning

A pile of trash,
the fog on the hill
Standing in the parking lot, squinting


Lyrics submitted by brezhnevv, edited by dingbobber, Contaminator

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