And the trees blow around
In the gathering gale
As I loose my bloodhound
Upon the trail
And the rains came heavy from the north
And they were all outside
But I was not
I was in the kitchen looking out over the fields
Standing in the doorway, the doorway
Watching the lightning and the trees sway
Singing I envy mine, I envy mine
And the rains came heavy from the north
They were in their little boats
But I was not
I was in bed
And I pillow bite
In my dream I sleepwalk
And I drink a beer
While tourists stay at the café down the block
So drink your beer
Drink your coffee
In the fear
Of the great nothing
Standing in the doorway, the doorway
Watching the lightning and the trees sway
Singing I envy mine, I envy mine
Standing in the doorway, the doorway
Watching the lightning and the trees sway
Singing I envy mine, I envy mine