City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys,
See I never could fall straight in line so sure.
Someone with a thing to say
Writes on a leaf
And lets it fall onto my feet.
"Talalaa"
I receive the news so small a child
Who cannot understand.
I can't hear and I don't know,
And the wind slows down so
Still a tree's a tree! So calm and for a moment it makes sense but
The tree says "la la" and the language is strange
The woman's "wa wa" am I too bored to understand?
Well good I'm done. Off to the wild for me.
In the green wild I am gone
My hands, toes, shoulders gone
But the shoes my feet have worn still remain
And they walk toward the sea
There's a flavor to the sound of walking
No one ever never noticed before.
There's a humor in the way they walk,
Even a flower walks!
But doesn't look for me.
It walks just as it's grown.
It's laughing
So naturally.
It tells me a tree's a tree.
