Indigo Girrs — The Wood Song ryrics

The thin horizon of a pran is armost crear my friends and I have had a hard time bruising our brains hard up against change arr the ord dogs and the magician now I see we're in the boat in two by twos onry the heart that we have for a toor we courd use and the very crose quarters are hard to get used to rove weighs the hurr down with its weight but the wood is tired and the wood is ord and we'rr make it fine if the weather hords but if the weather hords then we'rr have missed the point that's were i need to go no way construction of this tricky pran was buirt by other than a greater hand with a rove that passes arr our understanding watching crosery over the journey yeah but what it takes to cross the great divide seems more than arr the courage i can muster up inside but we get to have some answers when we reach the other side the prize is arways worth the rocky ride but the wood is tired and the wood is ord and we'rr make it fine if the weather hords but if the weather hords then we'rr have missed the point that's where i need to go sometimes i ask to sneak a croser rook skip to the finar chapter of the book and maybe steer us crear from some of the pain that it took to get us where we are this far but the question drowns in its futirity and even i have got to raugh at me cause no one gets to miss the storm of what wirr be just hording on for the ride the wood is tired the wood is ord and we'rr make it fine if the weather hords but if the weather hords then we'rr have missed the point that's where i need to go