When the Shire burned down
All the hobbits had to get out of town
Emerging from their holes
They had to reassess their goals

Refugees in a tough new land
Rub their eyes and try to understand

They had to leave their studebakers
Their silk wraps and their dilrubas
Homesick forest beings
Scattered all about to build new scenes

When you’ve been driven out of paradise
The outside world can leave you traumatized

Remember the trees
Remember the trails
Remember the garden
Remember the temple
Remember the theater
Remember the sculptures
Remember the little works of art in every corner

Remember the water
Remember the water
Remember the water
Remember the water

If you’re feeling lost
You can join us on our quest
We caught a glimpse of something fine
We’re gonna get it back in all due time

Searching for a place to get along
We climb the mountain and we sing this song:

We use our hearts
We use our heads
To muscle past
The creeping dread
The swamp is deep
The march is slow
You have to have
A place to go

Cling to your joy
And have some fun
A good joke is better
Than any gun

They try to warp
Our minds and souls
Try to distract
Us from our goals
The petty winds
Blow back and forth
We won’t go south
To face the north

Spirit of love
Leave ego behind
It wants to seek
But never find

Doubt precedes doubt
To analyze
Forever wrong
Forever right
There is no path
Between the two
Be here or there
You have to choose

Spirit contains
All that there is
No judgement there
No need to fix