The Wilderness ©Wolff,Siegel 2012. I caught a bad case of the big city blues A common affliction of this life that we choose Caused by crowds and cold concrete views I needed some relief from those big city blues So I packed up my car and away this boy went Brought my old guitar, with a harp and a tent Had to put some miles between me and cement Yeah, I packed up my car, and away I went To the wilderness To the wilderness It's my go to healing place To the wilderness To the wilderness My soul craves that wild space I set up my tent under a nice piece of sky That fat ol' moon was a big floatin' pie A canvas of stars, a comet flyin' by I set up my tent under a nice piece of sky Fresh, clean air went deep in my chest All worries went away as I decompressed Was finally gonna get some peaceful rest Fresh, clean air went deep in my chest chorus Got out my guitar and I sang some songs Blew heavy on my harp as nature sang along Those big city blues were all long gone I got out my guitar and we sang some songs The hoot owls in the trees And howlin' coyotes Filled the night with harmony Bullfrogs got the bass Crickets set the pace Oh what a sweet melody From nature's symphony Here's to the wilderness To the wilderness It's my go to healing place To the wilderness To the wilderness My soul craves that wild space In the wilderness In the wilderness The best place to unwind In the wilderness In the wilderness Leave only footprints behind