Singing with the trees Been awhile since I did it for myself Now I'm back to my old ways again Falling with the snow Where am I bound to go? The rays are hidden behind the mountain slope Wrong side of the sun Wrong side of the sun Yeah, wrong side of the Even when I'm low And I've got no place to go You come to me with hands of the finest gold Place them on my eyes And show me better times I can't imagine leaving you tonight Wrong side of the sun Wrong side of the sun Yeah, wrong side of the Even when we're old And our bodies decompose When the Earth decides to turn our skin to mold I'll be with you, dear Am I making myself clear? We'll burn forever have nothing to fear Yeah Wrong side of the sun Wrong side of the sun Yeah, wrong side of the