The trees at night remind me of the wind at the base of the Ozark Mountains
The stars at night remind me of the way your eyes light up your face
But you were an ideal, something that I can never have
You were an ideal, something I'd never call my own
I thought that the crook of your nose rested so gently upon your contour
And I thought I could see a bit of the Ozarks in your physique
But everything stays and fades away, you'll find it in another shape
Everything stays and fades away, a stranger from another state
So i'll move through the forest, the leaves they sway in the summer breeze
I'll move through the forest
I'll find a piece of you to hold in me
I'll run with the foxes and hunt by the lake, you'll find me in a better place
I'll run with the foxes and sleep by the bay, a stranger from another state