There is something that I need to get out of me Though I don't know where I take it from Maybe it's the folly of youth Or maybe it's just what I've become But John Muir, what an incredible life And I hope that you can find it In your heart to pass it on Heart-strings and break-ups, crying in your tea cups And things of that capacity It hurts because we know too much And I wrote this on the back of a paper bag That I don't know if we'll get to where we're going to But John Muir, what an incredible life And I hope that you can help me Figure out where I went wrong