gonna find that perfect spot
to lay down and die
gonna drive out past the city limits
way out to the treeline
and walk right in
gotta find that perfect tree
it's gotta be the correct height
everything needs to be right
it needs to tower over me
and cover me in shade
the bark should be rough and bumpy, and covered in moss
and it's gotta be right next to a creek crying those same crystal clear tears it always has
and the droning sounds of the forest will lull me to sleep
and the songs of the birds will invade each dream i dream
and i'll follow their echo into the deep woods