Do you know where the spirits sleep?
Just past the farthest trees you see
Down a withered path where willows weep
The tangles of trees hide the magic unseen
To eyes unwilling to learn new roads.
Just follow the trickles leading to a stream,
Letting your soul simply flow.

Swing from the vines in the rhythm your bones have felt,
But don't stray or they may also hang yourself
Be a person out here, be a being
Be whatever you'd like.
The pressures of city, melt with no others in sight.
Where the wind still whistles
And each star shines and gleams
Nothing is as it is but everything is as it seems.
It's perfectly perfect, the natural world, no one sees.

I'd rather dance like fool, than not dance at all
Kids learn not to jump for fear of a fall
But what is the pain of falling when you've felt nothing at all?
Do you know where the spirits sleep?
Take a walk, a run, or a skip
I promise if you do, you'll find them really quick.