there`s unrest in the air
like the feet of Fred Astaire
tapping relentlessly across the horizon
like a born again mass murderer
you grabbed the bull by the balls
and let it all hang out
wilderness
wilderness
I am weary
wilderness
wilderness
I am tired
wilderness
wilderness
please give me shelter
I need to rest my head
there`s unrest in the air
like the feet of Fred Astaire
tapping relentlessly across the horizon
what`s the damage, Charlie asked
well, your head`s missing
but, other than that you seem to be ok
time flies
and so do I
it`s hard to tell what`s real from what`s not
wilderness
wilderness
I am weary
wilderness
wilderness
I am tired
wilderness
wilderness
please give me shelter
I need to rest my head
enough said
