Calling all wild things We have an emergency Someone moved into the house Time to react with urgency You are to young It's going to be ok This is your first season The old ones lived this day The young in control But the old know the toll They have been here before We heard all the stories They stay for a while Then leave our territory First thing they do Is cut the grass Next thing they do Is polish the glass We eat what we want Nothing ever changes They don't want it wild But they don't act like strangers The young in control But the old know the toll They are part of the flow Been here for ages So many generations But the young always rages The trees whisper That they weren't the first Many before them They are not the worst There they go again Gone for the season I bet they will be back There is always a reason The young in control But the old know the toll The young in control But the old know the toll
