I wrote down some ideas, I made some records
I sold some records, I got money
I spent the money to buy some land
I own land, I feel funny
Ownership rears its head again in the weirdest ways
I trudge along the property line
I hide from neighbors when they go by
I speak a spell against their private property signs
In our woods, I ask aloud what's mine?
I burn this pile of branches, clearing forest fire fuel
I give it back in rising smoke to the unowned sky
Nothing's mine, I draw a line
A wind blows and says nice try
I'm a passing through indebted fool
Borrowing air and firewood
Dreaming of co-ownership of everything
Beneath the trees that I share with the infinite