The Animals Know Elysian Fields

Taking a ride in the country
I don’t mind going slowly
The smell of grass and trees
And dancing leaves tickling my nose

I love a skunk by the roadside
When he’s warning off his foes
Intoxicating, heady arousal
The animals know
The animals know

And when I pass a reservoir
I play out a little fantasy
No man exists, not even me
A time before discovery

And the clouds set me free again
As they aimlessly drifting
Nowhere to be, no one to see
The animals know

Maybe I’m never coming back
On these country roads
I might lose my track
On these country roads
I might erase my tracks