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