The Twig & the Tree

In the wilderness you run 'til you scream The boy and the gun You lay on spruce bows And you drink from the stream The boy and the gun You've seen the future Go from good to obscene The boy and the gun Your K9 sense leave A scent an the trees The boy and the gun Your stone age instinct knows The winter is here The boy and the fox Cat got snowshoes Dragged away in the dear The boy and the fox Beaver pelt offering To show you're sincere The boy and the fox In minus 40 air is perfectly clear The boy and the fox Shoot 'em my boy The fall is coming and the lichens rejoice The Twig & the tree The intensity of hunger leaves you Without a choice The Twig & the tree You touch the berries to your lips for the moist The Twig & the tree The tired moon light Speak to your inner voice The twig & the tree Shoot 'em my boy This is where he almost died.