©2004 Heleen van den Hombergh
When I didn’t feel at ease
Among species of my kind
Threehundred fifty days per year
I ran into you!
The whispers of the wind in the leaves
they soothed my mind
Phantomizing in the treetops
I ran into you!
Gotta move on gotta move on
cherish to save my soul
I got to tell that story
Rush in the Woods
There was a boy there was a girl
They fought against a giant
And I saw myself writing of that world
I ran into you!
With a computer, and a recorder
And a motorbike beneath me
To cherish you and save my soul
I ran into you!