Lost in this Canyon

The mountains are empty, but they are my
friends
They never judge me
Like an empty cup I pour my thoughts into
the woods
Red firs lift them up to drink
My spirit isn’t so alone, in the dark of night,
When I feel mother earth lying next to me.

That’s why I’m lost in this canyon, don’t
wanna be found
Don’t ever come looking for me
That’s why I’m lost in this canyon, don’t
wanna be found
Don’t ever come looking for me

People drift through this life just half asleep
I swear they’re scared to grow old and die
But my momma she tells me it’s too easy to
let it all pass by
You gotta stop and find positivity
Oh I don’t need much and it seems I should
want a whole lot less
I think there’s joy in pure necessities.

Henry Thoreau said why he went away to the
woods
He was looking for the meaning in his life
Gary Snyder writes those wild mountaineers
They go up to find surprise - oh you see it in their eyes
Oh I don’t know much and it seems the
meanings eddy out of this river of thought
When I have the time to understand my mind