From this angle, the earth isn't straight And the wheat fields blow, bending, except the patches they ate From this framing, the fencing's askew And the wood wears its splinters and the weight of morning dew Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried But before you go hunting, there is something you should know I want to be with them wild goats... Where the leaves wilt and fall short of shore And the frost builds like spiders, its web's 'long the floor Where the smoke ends, and the rushing waters spill And the embers keep burning, despite the air chill Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side Some say to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried But before you go hunting, there is something you should know I want to be with them wild goats I want dirt in my handprints Like my Uncle Kevin's got I want sun in my eyes and sweat in my air But it's not my lot Well, you can keep me right here, in the comfort of the quiet 'Cause this city is strangling my sky... Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried But before you go hunting, there is something you should know I want to be with them wild goat In my position, I can peer 'cross the scrub And the light dapples neatly over wet rocks and mud In my new standing, I can see my surrounds And the stories I'm told of snow on higher ground Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried But before you go hunting, there is something you should know I want to be with them wild goats...