we'll take a slow walk in the country anywhere will do just as long as we're out of the city where the forrest turns to field over hills about a mile there's a church, there's a room, there's a pastor who tried to map the wild I got my mind on flourescent beech trees keep one eye on the bulls, the colts, the ponies wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion my doubting heart just flickers on... but sometimes I've got devotion there's a rhyme for every season questioning is a tool and not a reason I got my mind on flourescent beech trees keep one eye on the bulls, the fox, the ponies wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion my doubting heart just flickers on... but sometimes I've got devotion I got my mind on flourescent beech trees keep one eye on the feisty little ponies wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion my doubting heart just flickers on... but sometimes I've got devotion there ain't nothing as pretty as a lonely poppy in an overcrowded field my body ain't what it used to be but my head is what it is
