Without a way to know
What we all were gonna be
Oh
Oh, The days that we spent running
From the monsters under
Without a way to see
What directions we could go
Tall trees and broken bones
Whichever way the wind had blown
Stories told and kids all grown
To sing another spoken tone
Without a way forward
And no guiding voices left
Oh
But the days that we spent running
From ourselves and each oth
Without a way to be
Everything we thought we'd need
Tall trees and broken bones
Whichever way the wind had blown
Stories told and kids all grown
To sing another spoken tone
Tall trees and broken bones
To walk the paths, never alone
Without a care, to throw a stone,
Without the fear to die unknown