We'll take a slow walk in the country Anywhere will do Just as long as we're out of the city Where the forrest turns to field Over hills about a mile There's a church, there's a room, there's a pastor Who tried to map the wild I got my mind on flourescent beech trees Keep one eye on the bulls, the colts, the ponies Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion My doubting heart just flickers on... But sometimes I've got devotion There's a rhyme for every season Questioning is a tool and not a reason I got my mind on flourescent beech trees Keep one eye on the bulls, the fox, the ponies Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion My doubting heart just flickers on... But sometimes I've got devotion I got my mind on flourescent beech trees Keep one eye on the feisty little ponies Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion My doubting heart just flickers on... But sometimes I've got devotion There ain't nothing as pretty as a lonely poppy in an overcrowded field My body ain't what it used to be but my head is what it is