Lyrics

I would get lost in the grass and mud
And dirty up my shoes
Wandering around on days
With nothing else to do
Following the stream right to the pond,
That's where it ends,
And I would always find my way
Back home again.

I would poke a stick in to the ground
That nobody ever claimed
Make friends with the passersby
And give them a name
I was always running from the creatures
Hiding from me then
And I would always find my way
Back home again.

Step inside this world that lives alone
All on it's own
Others call it wilderness
But I would call it home
So beware of a box of things
That I had buried there
I found my way back home
And left it bare.

So if you find a box I left behind
Buried in the ground
I found my way back home,
All safe and sound...