One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell And back from where I came Will never look the same way Twice without a thought The lies always caught Just once it spread without a clue Down the river bank from me to you A native tongue will speak words it will never seek From a book of poems; connected minds will always know them all The mind will roam, swim in streams, crawl under stones and still, without a clue Down the river bank from me to you One day the axe just fell, driving me to hell And back from where I came Will never look the same way Twice without a thought The lies always caught Just once it spread without a clue Down the river bank from me to you