Maybe there ain't even that much left to know. You can strip the trees, fouls the streams, F try to hide in a progressive dream, Em7 ease into the comfort that kills.
Blood flows back and back and back and back like a river from a secret source.
I feel it wild in me, I pitched my camp at the fork where knowledge meets remorse. Women sing in me that song from the ancient fire. I just open my mouth and what comes out gives me chills. I got my song from a secret place. I got my face from Billy from the hills.