I'm running from a fear 
 there's a huntsman here
 Running both my eyes 
 I'm seeing lies

 I never want to play, 
 never want to touch
 Never want to be afraid of 
 never being high on the hill

 There being none here rare
 So being oh so beautiful

 Half way half inside the woods
 Half my head is wood 
 gone for good gone bad

 I'm grinning, grinning down a grade
 Grinning ring ring ringing 
 my winning roots aside

 See I know why I do it now
 I do it now
 Now
 I'm on my feet looking back
 Forward looking back
 Back track