Dead evergreen
Still whispering
The warmer birds already flown
Wet with rain,
A stretch of twine lain
Between the earth and the dirty road

Don't you cry
We can hide here
Disappear into the west
You are clean
Quiet as snow
Darker than a forest

You are my wilderness

Underground
Train uptown
Takes the time that it takes
So many faces
The human races
Wheels of progress, and the brakes

If the trees are
The lungs of the world
The city is her cigarette
You're a mystery
Deeper than the sea
And fragile as a starling's neck

You are my wilderness

History's whore
Will win the war
And tell the story to her child
The national jones
Will kick the stones
And eat its way into the wild

Don't you cry
For the hole in the sky
Lay me down your riverbed
You are clean
Quiet as the snow
Darker than a forest

You are my wilderness