Forests on the Way There歌词

Sitting in the back seat of your mothers car
There were forest on the way there
It rained all the way there
Sent some complex signals
To the others on the road
I was sending all the mind beams
But no one ever found me
Is there a word
For the things we heard
In the day
Is there a sound
For the things that we found
On our way
Calling out the names all of the animals
There were mountains on the way there
You read all the way there
Numbers getting smaller
And the spirits getting low
I was sending all the mind beams
No one ever found me
Is there a word
For the things we heard
In the day
Is there a sound
For the things that we found
On our way

Is there a word
For the things we heard
In the day
Is there a sound
For the things that we found
On our way