She wears a thinly veiled contempt It only serves his swift descent Back into the woods again With his tail between his legs They found him babbling by a brook Tearing pages from the holy book He claimed to be some kind of mortal god Who could save the world from doom But the wrath of Mother Nature Will overwhelm him in the end For those creatures, they have no hands to lend If he goes back into the woods again Seductive mystery is dead She suffers visions of St Bernadette There's mercury in the city pipes As he scales her fire escape He sleeps reclined at the edge of her bed She hears the wheels faintly spin in his head He looks so peaceful with both eyes closed Maybe the woods are a better place But the wrath of Mother Nature Will overwhelm him in the end For those creatures, they have no hands to lend If he goes back into the woods again Old Father Time so ravaged & His hourglass is spent So she offers him a sweet lament Please don't go back into the woods again I'm going back into the woods.