[Verse 1] I lost the taste of freedom, now someone else is leading, To the wall of their desires, 'cause mine they left bleeding. Helplessly, I listen to those who always know, They speak of the future from a wall, like a show. [Chorus] When things finally get worse, I'll take a tent and pack, Hide deep within the forest, and wait for summer's track. For then I can wander through abandoned orchards free, And spend my days making charcoal in the mountains, just me. [Verse 2] When the crowd of yes-men shouts, when they point and they glare, Though their words may hurt, I won’t really care. Let them speak their nonsense, and scream above my head, They won't crush my ideas with the lies they’ve spread. [Chorus] When things finally get worse, I'll take a tent and pack, Hide deep within the forest, and wait for summer's track. For then I can wander through abandoned orchards free, And spend my days making charcoal in the mountains, just me. [Verse 3] Does freedom truly mean there are no more chains, From hateful people's minds, and their conflicting pains? Must I flee to the wild, where trees are my shield, Where freedom can be lived, not just a dream concealed? [Chorus] When things finally get worse, I'll take a tent and pack, Hide deep within the forest, and wait for summer's track. For then I can wander through abandoned orchards free, And spend my days making charcoal in the mountains, just me. For then I can wander through abandoned orchards free, And spend my days making charcoal in the mountains, just me.
