My pastures and my fields are made of stone Steel trees and nameless beasts please leave me alone Don't question the way I see my eyes are my own City hermit me The way I want to be Solitary face among the crowd City hermit me The way I want to be My hopes are man-made cans Ten feet from the ground Flowers beneath my feet they're travellin' sound Abundance of flesh and steel but no-one around /// City hermit me The way I want to be Solitary face among the crowd ///