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