Forests on the Way There Songtext
von Tom Rosenthal

Sitting in the back seat of your mothers car
There were forests on the way there
It rained all the way there

Sent some complex signals
To the others on the road
I was sending all the mindbeams
No one ever found me

Is there a word
For the things we heard
In the day?

Is there a sound
For the things that we found
On our way?


Calling out the names of all the animals
There were mountains on the way there
You read all the way there

Numbers getting smaller
And the spirits getting low
I was sending all the mindbeams
No one ever found me

Is there a word
For the things we heard
In the day?

Is there a sound
For the things that we found
On our way?
Is there a word for the things we heard in the day?
Is there a sound for the things we found on our way?