Sometimes when I'm out walkin
I hear voices in the trees
Sound of footsteps close behind me
I can't walk far enough to leave
This madness behind
My past is still dying
Maybe these trees have something to say
Lacking peace seek isolation
Get me far and far away
Hope the feel and breeze sensation
Saturates my blues away
I just need some time
To air out my mind
Maybe the moon will show me the way
Sometimes when I am out walkin
I hear voices in the trees
Exist in fear and think I function
Cracked and scattered bended knees
I just need some time
To air out my mind
Maybe these trees have something to say