they're still out here   amongst the trees   they're still out here   amongst the trees   don't let them see you   don't let them see you      the fog rolls in   and the temperature drops about 30 degrees   200 years have disappeared   and yet the pipe smoke lingers   fog creeps in   and the temperature drops about 30 degrees   200 years have disappeared   and yet the pipe smoke lingers here      for if you make a sound   or you turn around   they will be gone, they will be gone   and if you choose to run   you'll see their blinking eyes   and know your time has come   you might be wrong   don't let them see you      a splash of gin   to let them know that you are near   200 years have disappeared   and yet the pipe smoke lingers   a punch in the gut   if their intentions have not been made clear   200 years have disappeared   and yet the pipe smoke lingers here      don't let them see you   for if you make a sound   or you turn around   they will be gone, they will be gone   and if you choose to run   you'll see their blinking eyes   and know your time has come   you might be wrong   for if you make a sound   or you turn around   they will be gone, they will be gone   and if you choose to run   you'll see their blinking eyes   and know your time has come   you might be wrong      don't ever let them see you   don't ever let them see you   you might be wrong   you might be crazy      they're still out here   amongst the trees   they're still out here   amongst the trees   don't let them see you   don't let them see you   don't let them see you