I Am Oak Tundra
As the earth revolves
Around its own axis
Do the right thing
Stay out of it
I'm just looking for
The oldest form
Of wholesomeness
That I can live by
I can live by
I can live by
I can live by
Explain to me
This ability to see
And to figure what it means
The seasonal scenes
Their seasonal truths
From which I come out aloof
All my days that I've held on to
Comfortably undetermined
As the earth revolves
Around its own axis
It seems as though
It's changed balance
And I'm just looking
For the oldest form of wholesomeness
That I can live by
The trouble in me is me
The trouble in me is me
The trouble in me is me
The trouble in me is me