Well you went to the wild
When you lost your stride,
To watch a hungry empire
Devour another in a fearsome gyre.
Where the river rushes to the sea,
Through those brackish reeds,
You went to bury your grief
In her fearful symmetry.

Well you went to the wild
Seeking some self-imposed exile.
And deep inside a reckless mood
You lost yourself in that solitude.
Who was it that saw you
Wander off between the dunes?
In those wind-whipped brutal hues
Russet gold grasses enveloped you.
Who watched you try to drown your blues
In the shallows there?

Was it all teeth and claws in the tall grass?
There might be lions in the tall grass.
Just keep walking on.

Who was it that watched
When the birds went silent
And the path went dead?
When your mounting trepidation
Dissolved into deafening dread?
Lines entwined through bishop pines,
His and yours sharply defined,

Was it uncomfortable mercy
Or blinded by ferocious appetites?

It was a lion there in the tall grass.
All hunger and teeth out there in the tall grass.
Just keep walking on.

Well you fled that great wide open, shaken.
Pursued by your encounter with a killer
Down at the water’s edge.
But in that silence,
The memories start blooming,
Seeping through the shadows
As they’re looming,
You still feel the blood swooning
In the soles of your shoes.

It was a lion out there in the tall grass.
Sinew and claws out there, in the tall grass.
Hunger and teeth out there in the tall grass.
There was a lion.

There was a lion.