The Wilds

On a rainy day
We took her to the museum
What did Lolo say?
As we tripped into impressionism

I looked up and saw
Young Woman with Ibis by Edgar Degas
Yeah, the ruby red birds
With the woman lost in thought

Maybe I should hear her words
She is in the wilds
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds
And she's swaying in the storm
And I'm watching her thoughts form
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her

On a sunny day
We took the secret beach
What did Lolo say?
Was she somehow, somewhere out of reach

I look up and see
The moon and Sagittarius at 29 degrees
From the ruby red sun
That hangs over the scene

Maybe I should hear her words
She is in the wilds
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds
And she's swaying in the storm
And I'm watching her thoughts form
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her

Hallelujah, bang bang
Through the trees I could see the sky
All the birds in the canopy seem to be communicating
Are they talking to me?
'Cause, I am in the wilds

Come with me, take a chance
Maybe making some cosmic romance
It's oceanic, wait and see
It's communicating
And right before I panic, I say
I am in the wilds, in the wilds, are in me

Hear her words
She is in the wilds
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds
And she's swaying in the storm
And I'm watching her thoughts form
There a bright, blurry end
She is in the wilds, in the wilds, are in her