one day the axe just fell driving me to hell and back from where i came will never look the same way twice without a thought the lies always caught just once it spread without a clue down the river bank from me to you a native tongue will speak words it will never seek from a book of poems connected minds will always know them all the mind will roam swim in streams crawl under stones and still without a clue down the river bank from me to you one day the axe just fell driving me to hell and back from where i came will never look the same way twice without a thought the lies always caught just once it spread without a clue down the river bank from me to you
['canadian indie folk']