Lyrics Forests on the Way There - Tom Rosenthal
Sitting
in
the
back
seat
of
your
mothers
car
There
were
forest
on
the
way
there
It
rained
all
the
way
there
Sent
some
complex
signals
To
the
others
on
the
road
I
was
sending
all
mindbeams
But
everyone
was
hiding
Is
there
a
word
For
the
things
we
heard
In
the
day?
Is
there
a
sound
For
the
things
that
we
found
On
our
way?
Calling
out
the
names
of
the
animals
There
were
mountains
on
the
way
there
You
read
all
the
way
there
Numbers
getting
smaller
And
the
spirits
getting
low
I
was
sending
all
the
mindbeams
No
one
ever
found
me.
Is
there
a
word
For
the
things
we
heard
In
the
day?
Is
there
a
sound
For
the
things
that
we
found
On
our
way?
1 To You Alone
2 Don't You Know How Busy and Important I Am?
3 Run for Those Hills, Babe
4 Watermelon
5 Don't Wait
6 The Meaninglessness of Numbers
7 Just As
8 Big on Questions
9 Non-Verbal Communication
10 How Could I Not?
11 Forests on the Way There
12 Everyone Is Everyone Else
13 Panda in the Chandelier
14 I Got Myself a Finish
15 All of Them Dreams
16 Borrowing
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