White river calmly flows,
Her sudden moves never too wild,
Along come the people that she tows,
In retrospect, I should have appreciated the mild.

Along the trail, I'll follow the stones,
If anything's true I won't break my arm,
With the things inside my bones,
Things I collected keep me warm.

And the trees become so green,
The moss on the rocks take the sunlight,
Where have I gone and where have I been?
It's been so long since I've fought the fight.

Along the trail, I'll follow the stones,
If anything's true I won't break my arm,
With the things inside my bones,
Things I collected keep me warm.

Kindle this fire,
Feed it with moss,
Singe all your body's hairs,
It's the only way to learn.

Rearrange this damaged root,
That sits at my feet in defeat,
I want to see it grow without the soot,
Slowly becoming stale from this seat.