Slow Walk in the Country Lyrics

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