au Out where the everclear kneels to kiss the wildwood And caress the breast of Mother Earth I stood like a scarecrow in the land of my childhood And called out the demons of my birth I screamed the question, “Why do we keep on guessing At something we all already know?” I wasn’t sure who I was addressing when Up walked the ghost of Thoreau Yes the wisdom of your kingdom has escaped my grasp So don’t you come by unless you bring some Answers to the questions I ask I’ll bury them on a hillsid (guitartabs.cc)
