You started to spiral out The ground's just a circle in a decaying orbit You tried just to idle awhile, thought if you sat still You'll blend with the forest, well, you don't Noted another loss, well, don't feel bad, I mean, if you can help it You learn how to document, like bad weather patterns And I guess you can call it "Progress of a kind" Not everybody takes this long I can't unsee it, but man, can you believe that we're here There's always a try again Well, don't be upset when repeating a formative year Doing the same thing for years Repeating the formative years I try to settle down I fake my death, had no one believe it I fight with the neighbor's kid I ran over his bike, well, don't park it behind my van I became a frail black bird, my chest started burning I could die if you squeeze me too long I almost got away with it Starting to deal with the problem, so I guess you can call it "Progress of a kind" Not everybody takes this long I can't unsee it, but man, can you believe that we're here There's always a try again Well, don't be upset when repeating a formative year Doing the same thing for years Repeating the formative years Watch you in the morning come to life again Watch you in the evening fall apart the same Anemic numbers ruling over you and me It's the reason you refer to them as holding value They don't, they don't... It's unkind how often you're required to replay Your light, snuffed out, on fire, doused again Somehow you reignite and I'm impressed Not everybody takes this long I can't unsee it, but man, can you believe that we're here There's always a try again Well, don't be upset when repeating a formative year Not everybody takes this long I can't unsee it, but man, can you believe that we're here There's always a try again Well, don't be upset when repeating a formative year Watch you in the morning come to life Watch you in the evening fall apart again Anemic numbers ruling over you It's the reason you refer to them as holding value

An old Paiute woman Who survived the seizer's devastation Of Yellow Thunder Sees a prairie With tall verdant grass Flowing like in ancient days She lies in the grass Clutching handfuls of the green stuff With a hungry passion She has felt since childhood A Creek boy Missing his scalp Closes his eyes And dreams of his entire nation Welcoming him home Calling his name In sweet, familiar tones "Chijajin. Chijajin. Come home." A Cheyenne warrior Sees in his vision A black river Flowing over the verdant earth As it rolls towards him He sees it is the buffalo Risen again Growing like wild flowers Over the land Each sees part Of the ancient And future paradise Now awaiting them The Chief, Wavoka Having called Now listens for the response That will awake his slumbering people And redeem

Whatever you've done it's all over Wherever you've been is so strange Yesterday's long gone forever Damned if what you're feelin' isn't change. Music that used to seem hollow Now seems to fit in your range Today is the now and the never Damned if what you're feelin' isn't change. It's fun to wander along a yesterday road Trying so hard to retain All of the wondrous and beautiful times that Never can happen again. So get yourself up off your past, friend There's so much to rearrange Tomorrow sits right next to never Damned if what your feelin' isn't change.

When we played our charade We were like children posing Playing at games, acting out names Guessing the parts we played Oh what a hit we made We came on next to closing Best on the bill, lovers until Love left the masquerade Fate seemed to pull the strings I turned and you were gone While from the darkened wings The music box played on Sad little serenade Song of my heart's composing I hear it still, I always will Best on the bill charade Fate seemed to pull the strings I turned and you were gone While from the darkened wings The music box played on and on Sad little serenade Song of my heart's composing I hear it still, I always will Best on the bill charade

Spirit in the wood, beat the hollow cane Spirit in the wood, float away the pain Make the body ripe and alive again I Similau Keep on tellin' me now I Similau Let me tell you 'bout The Spirit in the heart makes the blood flow fast Spirit in the heart, make the muscle last Keep the hope alive when the youth go past I Similau I wanna tell you now I Similau Oh, when the women come upon the scene Drop your petals from the tree Fling them out and high up into the sky Spill the river into the sea Spirit in the wood, let the hollow cane Echo in the afterglow Waitin' for the flame to burn again I Similau I wanna hear you sing it louder I Similau Wow, wow, when the right girl comes along, hee Drop your petals from the tree Fling them out and high in the sky Spill the river in the sea Spirit in the wood, let the hollow cane Echo in the afterglow Waitin' for the flame to burn again I Similau I believe you when you tell me I Similau I don't hear you quite loud enough I Similau (spirit in the woods) Spirit in the woods tell me now, again now I Similau (Spirit in the woods, hey, I said) Spirit in the woods, come on now I Similau (Spirit in the woods, come now) Say now: "spirit in the woods" Come on, come on, spirit in the woods...