I return from the wilderness, a-gazing through my dreams,
As the instruments of the earth's decay, shatter through my sleep,
I found my lover, as she wanders, through a kaleidoscope of steam,
Baffled and amazed she was, when she turned to find me,
As I stare my eyes and look into the sun,
Oh i think I found my wife and she's the one,
Oh my baby she is sweet, but as the shade sets on the creek,
The songs we have sung won't be UNDONE.
She paused to speak, and cried to weep, it was then she felt alone,
You were 100,000 miles away, how did you get home,
Dear Natasha, I tried to call ya, but I couldn't find the tone,
My emptiness is a part of me, a part I cant condone,
As I stare my eyes and look into the sun,
Oh i think I found my wife and she's the one,
Oh my baby she is sweet, as the shade sets on the creek,
The songs we have sung won't be UNDONE.
She received me with such a kindness, that is reserved for kings and saints,
She hadn't changed a bit, it was as if she was made of clay,
We conversed into the night, about the world and our place,
She sang like a mockingbird, in a thousand shades of gray,
As I stare my eyes and look into the sun,
Oh i think I found my wife and she's the one,
Oh my baby she is sweet, but as the shade sets on the creek,
The songs we have sung won't be UNDONE.