The Wilds

On a rainy day We took her to the museum What did Lolo say? As we tripped into impressionism I looked up and saw Young Woman with Ibis by Edgar Degas Yeah, the ruby red birds With the woman lost in thought Maybe I should hear her words She is in the wilds There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds And she's swaying in the storm And I'm watching her thoughts form There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her On a sunny day We took the secret beach What did Lolo say? Was she somehow, somewhere out of reach I look up and see The moon and Sagittarius at 29 degrees From the ruby red sun That hangs over the scene Maybe I should hear her words She is in the wilds There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds And she's swaying in the storm And I'm watching her thoughts form There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her Hallelujah, bang bang Through the trees I could see the sky All the birds in the canopy seem to be communicating Are they talking to me? 'Cause, I am in the wilds Come with me, take a chance Maybe making some cosmic romance It's oceanic, wait and see It's communicating And right before I panic, I say I am in the wilds, in the wilds, are in me Hear her words She is in the wilds There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds And she's swaying in the storm And I'm watching her thoughts form There a bright, blurry end She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her