We know it no longer
The Jay takes the acorn and buries it deep
Behind the thorn so he knows where it’s kept
It’s the way of the world
And we know it no longer
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
Then it blocks the light and the small ones die
It’s the way of the world
And we know it no longer
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
Oaks live alone but can talk to one other
Fantastic conversations we’ve barely uncovered
It’s the way of the world
And we‘re part of it no longer
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
Busy days with no time for one other
Head in our phone, no understanding of nature
A drinker getting drunker
Adrift from our anchor
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
And it makes me cry
