Can we be alone once again
And learn in solitude
Will you call me an old friend
And look back in gratitude
Imagine you were a master carver
Trying to find life in dead oak
Or perhaps you were with friends in the forest
Finding god behind the toke
I don’t want to go to outer space
If it means we’ll be reckless over here
I can’t think of a better place
Than wherever you’ll be near
Will we grow in grace
And laugh at our youthful foolery
Nothing but peace on our minds
With our hearts light and merry
Little Borrowers 