[ Featuring My Deer ]
The leaves are cracking at my feet
The wind is making it discreet
It feels the ground might open up
And if it did, it'd be just us
The owls warn us in our stride
The rabbits burrow down to bide
It feels the clouds might open up
And if they did, they'd wash all of us
(Elk, watch this!)
The bramble brushes in the breeze
The sounds of vultures never cease
It feels the danger's adding up
And I'd feel fear if it weren't us
