Sleepwalking Through the Woods / Pushing Hands

Don't pray for me
I don't need a way
Save me from believing things

Those roads run north
Then they tend to fade
They fade, always

How are the birds
In this time of year?
"They sing, always"

Don't sing for me
I don't need it now
These trees please me



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Tebo
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