City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys
See I never could fall down straight in line so sure
Someone with a thing to say
Writes on a leaf
And lets it fall onto my feet
I receive the news so small a child
Who cannot understand
I can't hear and I don't know
And the wind slows down so
Still a tree's a tree
So calm and for a moment it makes sense but
The tree says la la and the language is strange
The woman's wa wa am I too bored to understand
Well good I'm done
Off to the wild for me
In the green wild I am gone
My hands, toes, shoulders gone
But the shoes my feet have worn still remain
And they walk toward the sea
There's a flavor to the sound of walking
No one ever noticed before
There's a humor in the way they walk
Even a flower walks
But doesn't look for me
It walks just as it's grown
It's laughing
So naturally
It tells me a tree's a tree
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