In the building block canyons the urban survivors Are trapped in the gridlock of 9 to 5 thing Burning their candles while gas engines idle They long for revival in wildewood spring Come down where the wild birds sing Come down where the water's clean Down in the wildewood spring Post grads from west texas, hippies from manor Float with the rednecks as kids do their thing First nations linger with the ghost of john traynor In the deep waters of wildewood spring Come down I remember the first time I knew I could love him And this would be more than a vow and a ring With the last rays of hope and the blue sky above him He flung himself into the wildewood spring Come down