Proud of our boys for doing their jobs
Like cattle, deployed, alone in a mob
Mothers were sobbing as anyone would
But it don't matter now- they're out of the woods
I am not sad or bothered at all
It faded- that fad they called rock 'n' roll
It rose on its own promoting no good
But it don't matter now- we're out of the woods
O! There were spies
Spiders and flies
Bigger in size
Than you or I
They crept up behind me
Wove webs to wind me
But they could not bind me
They drove us out of our mines
And we did all that we could
But now we're doing just fine
We're floating out of the woods
It came back to burn me- nineteen sixty-nine
Lightning returning to strike my third eye
Blowing my mind with unlikelihood
But it don't matter now- I'm out of the woods