When the thunder comes you'll have to go
On the city bus
Blue Idaho
Ride until you find the next place to be
Stay there until you see me
Rolling hills
Jefferson Decree
Declare, Declare
"Sweet child, You're free"
But we know so much better
Sail boats
and fickle weather
Burry you're sins beneath the heather
and run from them
Fishing bridge and marigold stem
Stay there until I come
Bag pipes and oil drums
and the overwhelming quiet of the forest