In the Green Wild - Julia Holter

City shoes found ways down green fertile valleys

See I never could fall down straight in line so sure

Someone with a thing to say writes on a leaf and lets it fall onto my feet

I receive the news so small a child who cannot understand

I can’t hear and I don’t know

And the wind slows down so

Still a tree’s a tree!

So calm and for a moment it makes sense

But the tree says «la la»

And the language is strange the woman’s «wa wa»

Am I too bored to understand?

Well good, I’m done

Off to the wild for me

In the green wild I am gone

My hands, toes, shoulders gone

But the shoes my feet have worn still remain

And they walk toward the sea

There’s a flavor to the sound of walking no one ever noticed before

There’s a humor in the way they walk

Even a flower walks

But doesn’t look for me

It walks just as it’s grown

It’s laughing so naturally

It tells me a tree’s a tree