Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He says he has no home,
no where to go,
no place to call his bed.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
He asks what I think of myself,
of the world,
of the life that I've led.

Walking through the woods,
I spot a man,
he says that this is the way,
this is the path home,
the place to lay my head.