kind of a depressing little ditty about exploring the world - experimenting a bit on guitar after listening to a lot of Nick Drake
acousticfolkacoustic folkjoel hike
I know where to go
And how I'll arrive
I'd like to float down a riverbed
With a blanket and my pillow
Birds will surround me
And tell me their secrets
Strangers with light footsteps
Wait where I'm getting off this boat
I built myself another boat
To carry all the treasures I've been collecting
And when it sat in the water
It filled itself and went to the bottom
I'm guessing I didn't need them
But I could've had some fun
Fish surround my boat to tell me
How I've wronged
The forest falls around me
Building things that I've never heard of
Filters out the dirty earth
With things that kill the sun
Birds will surround me
And tell me their secrets
Strangers with light footsteps
Wait where I'm getting off this boat
