A snow covered landscape is calling him What is its spell he cannot tell White is the country, the plains and forests What's the mystery out there? Glittery snow is ringing on the road What will he find if he walk it down? Such a soothing voice, let him set on Dreaming of all Mysterious trips he might go Into the wild When the mornings come Sun rays creep in through Ice clad windows, mourning skies All senses wake with pain The scene has darkened, raising thoughts Not invocating an angel, there isn't any around The darkened land is raising thoughts He begin invocating her, her silence is frost Dreaming of all Mysterious trips he might go Into the wild He wants to flee from the greedy world Into the wild, out of the blue Burn bridges down Start a brand new life Back of beyond