Forests

Sitting in the back seat of your mothers car

There were forests on the way there

It rained all the way there

Sent some complex signals to the others on the road

I was sending all the mind beams

No one ever found me.

Is there a word for the things we heard in the day?

Is there a sound for the things we found on our way?

Calling out the names of the animals

There were mountains on the way there

You read all the way there

Numbers getting smaller and the spirits getting low

I was sending all the mind beams

No one ever found me.

Is there a word for the things we heard in the day?

Is there a sound for the things we found on our way?

Is there a word for the things we heard in the day?

Is there a sound for the things we found on our way?