| Tundra |
|---|
| As the earth revolves |
| Around its own axis |
| Do the right thing |
| Stay out of it |
| I’m just looking for |
| The oldest form |
| Of wholesomeness |
| That I can live by |
| I can live by |
| I can live by |
| I can live by |
| Explain to me |
| This ability to see |
| And to figure what it means |
| The seasonal scenes |
| Their seasonal truths |
| From which I come out aloof |
| All my days that I’ve held on to |
| Comfortably undetermined |
| As the earth revolves |
| Around its own axis |
| It seems as though |
| It’s changed balance |
| And I’m just looking |
| For the oldest form of wholesomeness |
| That I can live by |
| The trouble in me is me |
| The trouble in me is me |
| The trouble in me is me |
| The trouble in me is me |
