Forests on the Way There

作词 : Tom Rosenthal

作曲 : Tom Rosenthal

Sitting in the back seat of your mothers car

There were forest 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

But no one ever found me

Is there a word

For the things we heard

In the day

Is there a sound

For the things that we found

On our way

Calling out the names all 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 that we found

On our way

Is there a word

For the things we heard

In the day

Is there a sound

For the things that we found

On our way