Alta

The trees at night remind me of the wind at the base of the Ozark Mountains
 The stars at night remind me of the way your eyes light up your face
 But you were an ideal, something that I can never have
 You were an ideal, something I'd never call my own
 I thought that the crook of your nose rested so gently upon your contour
 And I thought I could see a bit of the Ozarks in your physique
 But everything stays and fades away, you'll find it in another shape
 Everything stays and fades away, a stranger from another state
 So i'll move through the forest, the leaves they sway in the summer breeze
 I'll move through the forest
 I'll find a piece of you to hold in me
 I'll run with the foxes and hunt by the lake, you'll find me in a better place
 I'll run with the foxes and sleep by the bay, a stranger from another state