Over back packs on roof racks
 Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite the unwary
 To reach for the pie in the sky
 Go fishing my boy!

We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
 About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
 We cut down some trees
 And we trailed our ideals
 Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
 And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made

 We held hands and we exchanged bands
 And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
 Whose mother was somebody's coat
 You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
 By the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
 To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
 And the sun went down sooner each day

 [Jade:] "Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday
And gets two presents."
[Child:] "Daddy...come on dad."
[Jade:] "Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side
 Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water
'Pathetic' he said, 'That's what it is'
'Good morning Eeyore' said Pooh
 'Oh' said Pooh, He thought for a long time

The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
 As the first snowflakes fell
 I realized all was not well in the camp
 The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater ran out of diesel
 One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
 Stole your heart
I said, fuck it then
Take the kids back to town
 Maybe I'll see you around

 I said, go then
 She said, OK
 And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
 To the wind and the rain
 Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
 And set out on the road again
On the road again
On the road again
[Child:] "Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy
 You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl
 But don't bring Liza