I've been hiking in the hills for two straight days
It's beautiful out, there is no haze
A ten minute drive from my place
And I'm in a different world, like outer space
By outer space I mean outside
And it takes me for a nice ride
There's nothing to me as beautiful as nature
It relaxes me, maybe someday I'll hike a glacier
I've passed by a marsh and heard a bullfrog's song
I've seen a coyote whose tail wasn't long
I've seen wild turkeys in the mist
And back at work, it's this I'll miss
The bluebirds flitting here and there
Red wing blackbirds on a fence without a care
And always the red tailed hawks circling above
It's their wildness that I love
I remember when I lived in New York City
"We Got Park" was the slogan, and Central Park is pretty
But it's tamed and broken, not at all wild
And I wasn't happy, I liked it, but the feeling was mild
Once I rented a horse and rode through the park
And then when we hit a certain mark
I walked the horse right across a baseball field
You're not supposed to do that, I think the horse thought it was weird
Another time I went riding in the rain
I galloped the horse, can't remember his name
We galloped along Madison Avenue
Taxis going the other direction, we had attitude
And then my hand slipped through the wet reins
And I nearly fell off, and there was a little panic, but hey
I grabbed the horse right by the bit
And then, we finally stopped, but I dropped my whip
And some passers by picked it up and offered it to me
But I said no--really that's the last thing I'd need
And now I'm back on the West Coast side
California, it fits my stride
The wild things are much closer here
And these are the things I hold dear
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
I've been hiking in the hills for two straight days
It's beautiful out, there is no haze
A ten minute drive from my place
And I'm in a different world, like outer space
By outer space I mean outside
And it takes me for a nice ride
There's nothing to me as beautiful as nature
It relaxes me, maybe someday I'll hike a glacier
I've passed by a marsh and heard a bullfrog's song
I've seen a coyote whose tail wasn't long
I've seen wild turkeys in the mist
And back at work, it's this I'll miss
The bluebirds flitting here and there
Red wing blackbirds on a fence without a care
And always the red tailed hawks circling above
It's their wildness that I love
I remember when I lived in New York City
"We Got Park" was the slogan, and Central Park is pretty
But it's tamed and broken, not at all wild
And I wasn't happy, I liked it, but the feeling was mild
Once I rented a horse and rode through the park
And then when we hit a certain mark
I walked the horse right across a baseball field
You're not supposed to do that, I think the horse thought it was weird
Another time I went riding in the rain
I galloped the horse, can't remember his name
We galloped along Madison Avenue
Taxis going the other direction, we had attitude
And then my hand slipped through the wet reins
And I nearly fell off, and there was a little panic, but hey
I grabbed the horse right by the bit
And then, we finally stopped, but I dropped my whip
And some passers by picked it up and offered it to me
But I said no--really that's the last thing I'd need
And now I'm back on the West Coast side
California, it fits my stride
The wild things are much closer here
And these are the things I hold dear
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