The brief eclipse of the morning shine distracts the eye from the path behind.

Follow the falling leaves and the buzzing bees in circles, surround a compass rose.

Hum a song written years after we're long gone. One more turn and we'll be sure to find our way out.

We need a map just to find a map. Look for the names scratched into the tallest tree. Who else was lost out here like you and me?

Hum a song written years after we're long gone. One more turn and we'll be sure to find our way out.