Mystery Meadow: The Most Real Place on Earth
If I could stand in a country meadow
I would wait for the spirits of the woods to rush through me
I would look into the distance and see someone there
Only to watch them disappear
I would call out to nothing and expect something, maybe get something
There would be nobody to believe me or tell me I’m wrong
No one to stop me from singing my song
What if my life ends today
Before I’d die would I have anything to say?
It’s all empty and nothing means a thing
But I feel like I have so much to bring
Nobody would come to that meadow in the countryside
It would be too real for anyone to reside
I would wait for the spirits of the woods to rush through me
I would look into the distance and see someone there
Only to watch them disappear
I would call out to nothing and expect something, maybe get something
There would be nobody to believe me or tell me I’m wrong
No one to stop me from singing my song
What if my life ends today
Before I’d die would I have anything to say?
It’s all empty and nothing means a thing
But I feel like I have so much to bring
Nobody would come to that meadow in the countryside
It would be too real for anyone to reside
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