- a + When we w[Am]ent off away from the [C]forest, + we did travel f[G]ar to get a taste of [Am]so much more. + And it's the same for the rest of the song. + The instrumental breaks are a bit different. + + We dug up the roots of all the stories, put 'em in a pot + and brought them to a fiery road. + We fed on these things without a worry, + never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm. + Gone away, gone away, what was yesterday. + Make a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet in. + Rested elbows twice on a table can be nice, + but the comforts they can be deceiving + + The seasons are not what they once seemed. + The berries all are green, though summer's at a fine high crest. + We lifted our shirts up in a hurry, + reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest. + We slept up all the fat but there'd be no more of that, + cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopies. + Swinging tails from trees we could gather what we need. + Give away what we had our first share of, + but now the forks and knives with the sacrifice. + We could bare only some can believe in. + + When we in turn, we find all the leaves had died. + Had we all gone away for such a long time. + we are alike, so sweet and enough to eat, + but now it's all just bones and a long way away from home.