Song
Wild Wood
Paul Weller
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Don't let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things, you deserve now
Climbing forever trying
Find your way out, of the wildwild wood
Now there's no justice
There's only yourself, that you can trust in