Back Into The Woods

She wears a thinly veiled contempt

It only serves his swift descent

Back into the woods again

With his tail between his legs

They found him babbling by a brook

Tearing pages from the holy book

He claimed to be some kind of mortal god

Who could save the world from doom

But the wrath of Mother Nature

Will overwhelm him in the end

For those creatures, they have no hands to lend

If he goes back into the woods again

Seductive mystery is dead

She suffers visions of St Bernadette

There's mercury in the city pipes

As he scales her fire escape

He sleeps reclined at the edge of her bed

She hears the wheels faintly spin in his head

He looks so peaceful with both eyes closed

Maybe the woods are a better place

But the wrath of Mother Nature

Will overwhelm him in the end

For those creatures, they have no hands to lend

If he goes back into the woods again

Old Father Time so ravaged

& his hourglass is spent

So she offers him a sweet lament

Please don't go back into the woods again

I'm going back into the woods