Is this the desperate mile?   Are the seagulls hungry still?   Did the pond run out of water?   Turn into a motorway?   Did the forest see itself slaughtered and modelled into decay?   Did the kitten pur?   Did the mermaid slur?   I can't see a wind of wind of a way   We wonder then thunder   Winding road old cold abode   Under mountain snow and howling skies   Where it is grey but to survive first you must be alive   Pinch your skin and look within   Find a thought and a fish finger, baked beans upon your plate, its gotten late again   Why did the wilderness weep tonight?   Do you know the way out?   Do you know the way out?