Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To get away from everything, everyone Would you do it? Or just let it slip? Yo Now Walden might not have been a Times Best Seller But we learned plenty from it's lessons, lemme tell ya It's impact on the culture would be felt But not 'til twenty years after it hit a shelf See, most people live their lives half asleep Doing what they're told, functioning like sheep But Henry David Thoreau was determined to be different So one day he made a life altering decision He would live two years in a cabin In the woods, far from anything that was happening No phone, no one could contact him No interactions, meant no distractions He could focus on the beauty of nature Strengthening his spirit, becoming complete Eating to live, instead of living to eat Why live in a mental prison, when you can be free? This experiment he teach him true existence Reading, farming, learning and fishing No talking, just listening (uh!) Nothing brings focus, quite like distance The time would prove to be influential He'd find deep meaning in the seemingly simple And like magic waved from a wand Everything changed on Walden Pond When the world gets you down, there's a place you can go Back to Walden Pond, like Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no internet or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone When the world disappoints you, there's a place you can go Marching to a different drummer, Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no radio or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone Cabin life is peaceful, nature over people Nobody's deceitful everything is equal No food, he wasn't making a scene He just planted and tended two acres of beans He develops two distinct personas Hermit and poet, no strangers to drama They would argue about what he was there for Rearranged everything he thought he had cared for The poet would conjure up visions Of past residents of the cabin that he lived in Poor tradesmen, runaway slaves In their company is where he spent most days He preferred solitude, just being alone Not gazing or staring at a phone With his environment, he'd formed a strong bond As seasons passed on Walden Pond When the world gets you down, there's a place you can go Back to Walden Pond, like Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no internet or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone When the world disappoints you, there's a place you can go Marching to a different drummer, Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no radio or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone Now Walden might not have been a Times Best Seller But we learned plenty from it's lessons, lemme tell ya See, most people live their lives half asleep Doing what they're told, functioning like sheep But Henry David Thoreau was determined to be different So one day he made a life altering decision When the winter months close in And the lake outside is frozen He takes a stick and pokes holes in Just to see how deep the lake goes 100 feet, but as it starts to get late though Irish workers cut cubes and take those To sell, first he's upset at all them But everyone will now get a piece of Walden A crack and a roar, and the ice starts thawing Leaves turn green and birds start calling Summertime is coming I suppose And the Walden experiment is coming to a close A whole 2 years, of intense self discovery Probably needed another year of recovery But he left us with lessons Meet your life head on, be aware of your blessings So much potential untapped Once its over you can't come back Any sort of fear or resentment will diminish When you find your fulfillment in life, don't chase riches Find truth, live life to the full extent Got to give it 110% 'Cause you only get one, when it's gone it's gone One of many lessons learned on Walden Pond When the world gets you down, there's a place you can go Back to Walden Pond, like Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no internet or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone When the world disappoints you, there's a place you can go Marching to a different drummer, Henry David Thoreau Living in the woods with no radio or phone Two years, two months, to days all alone