When the darkness comes, like a thick black cloud;
The faint silver trace of the trail at my feet,
Will lead me back down to where two rivers meet.
I know where I'm going, I know I never have
been
Lost in the woods
The owls silent flight through the blackened pines.
Rustling in the brush, prey dies in the vines.
Snag, step, and stumble, I fall into the night!
Tumbling down the slope, rock pile ends my flight.
I'm not sure where I'm going,
I can't see where I've been,
My mind is all confusion, darkness closes in.
I'm lost in the woods, Lost in the Woods.
