When its wonderful
When its wicked
When the wild runs stark and naked
Through the attics of my empty mind
I live in a basement
I live on a hillside
I live in a broken down car
With an exquisite view of the stars

When the wonder    
When the worry
When the way is cluttered with debris
The train wreck pasts becoming me
I live in a jungle
I live in a cage
I live in an abandoned mine
Where the meadow meets the timberline

When the world
Is too much to take
I learn to really see
I learn to really be
I live