Lost in Woods

A hummingbird is drifting through silver skies

Across the woods above the old oak heights

Sunrise paints the clouds with a palette of fire

A gentle morning is bursting through in a lovely disguise

The fog is wandering slightly through the undergrowth

The scent of trees the smell of grasses fills my nose

Nobody is there to ask you what is wrong

No one pretends to care only to disappear

Lost in woods

Lost in woods

Looking up to a beautiful sky

Through the hills the first daylight

Another night has turned to die

Endless trees no end in sight

Lost in woods

Lost in woods

Lost in woods

Lost in woods