we'll take a slow walk in the country
anywhere will do
just as long as we're out of the city


where the forrest turns to field
over hills about a mile

there's a church, there's a room, there's a pastor
who tried to map the wild


I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
keep one eye on the bulls, the colts, the ponies
wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion

my doubting heart just flickers on...
but sometimes I've got devotion


there's a rhyme for every season
questioning is a tool and not a reason


I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
keep one eye on the bulls, the fox, the ponies
wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion

my doubting heart just flickers on...
but sometimes I've got devotion



I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
keep one eye on the feisty little ponies

wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion
my doubting heart just flickers on...
but sometimes I've got devotion


there ain't nothing as pretty as a lonely poppy in an overcrowded field
my body ain't what it used to be but my head is what it is