Tread soft on the *Typha* reed
Sow a desperate kind of seed
You hide beneath the heavy pine
Crossing a jagged danger line
Run through the dirt and the clay
Hide till the end of the day
Breath in the damp summer air
Escape from the mask and the glare
The *Sedge* grips the muddy bank
Where the heavy iron anchor sank
You hear the snap of a dry limb
The light in the valley grows dim
Run through the dirt and the clay
Hide till the end of the day
Breath in the damp summer air
Escape from the mask and the glare
Check the fuse and the copper wire
Build a sudden sparking fire
The *Acer* leaves turn a deep red
Follow where the old hunters led
Run through the dirt and the clay
Hide till the end of the day
Breath in the damp summer air
Escape from the mask and the glare
Dig deep in the dark black soil
Where the hidden water coils
The root of the hemlock is cold
A story that never grew old
The engine roars in the midnight breeze
Cutting through the towering trees
You find the key by the garden gate
Breaking the lock on a heavy fate
Run through the dirt and the clay
Hide till the end of the day
Breath in the damp summer air
Escape from the mask and the glare
Plant your feet on the shore
You don't run anymore
Just the soil and the lake
