In These Woods

It takes skill

It takes will

If you've got it, then you've got it

If you don't, there's a pill

It takes skill

They watered down

The poison in this town

They raised us wrong

They raised us strong

They raised us up with arms 10 feet long

I'm afraid we're Hansels

I'm afraid we're cancelled and Gretteled

I'm afraid we don't have the mettle

To make it in these woods

The Empire State

Made out of ginger cake

Came crumbling down

Before we got a taste

Summer settles

Fall faints

Spring spreads

Winter waits

Dusk consents

And dawn redecorates