That strange wondrous way In which we age But never really change I come out unwound From all I've ever come across I've been walking for an hour or so Down a logging road Nobody's come my way Looking at the valley from up on a dirt road Searching for a way down back into town To that strange wondrous place Where I live Spent my days Free from change Fine, draw a line Through the landscape and through our lives No that I have sung about No that I have stated No that I have questioned No that I have ever said Remains unchanged Unrestrained, uncontained I'm free to change (Sound of wood splitting across a field) Treeline hides What's soon revealed Something rustling through the brush or the canopy It's the sound of wood splitting across a field Treeline hides What's soon revealed Swaying grass that marks the path It got away It got away