Wrong Forest

There are streetlights

where the pines

should grow

And asphalt where the moss should coat the stone

I close my eyes to find the trail I knew

But wake

up to a room of gray and blue

My skin remembers running wild

Beneath a canopy so tall

Now pawprints fade on window glass

Trapped inside this bedroom wall (ooh-ooh)

I'm waking in the wrong forest

Under fake and hollow skies

I have the heart of the timberline

Living in a human disguise

I'm stranded in the wrong forest

(far from home)

Cranes and roofs

instead of mountain peaks

Engines humming where the river speaks

I stretch my hands against the wooden sill

And listen for

the pack upon the hill

Tell me how to breathe this heavy air

When all I know is frost and cedar boughs (ahhhh)

Take me back to where my shadow runs

I'm waking in the wrong forest

Under fake and hollow skies

I have the heart of the timberline

Living in a human disguise I'm stranded in the wrong forest

(far away, far away)

(take me home)

Lost in the wrong forest

(wrong forest)