Out in the woods where the shadows roam

My uncle built himself a home

Among the trees with the wild unknown

He claims the right to be alone

He says the world moves way too fast

A circus train that’ll never last

He traded noise for the moss and stone

He claims the right to be alone

He's got the right to hear the wind hum

The rustle of leaves when the night comes

No phones no screens just the pinecone throne

He claims the right to be alone

He talks to owls and the whispering creek

The language of quiet is all he speaks

No maps no plans no path overgrown

He claims the right to be alone

He says the city’s a cage of steel

Where no one knows what’s fake or real

Out here the truth is the soil and bone

He claims the right to be alone

He's got the right to hear the wind hum

The rustle of leaves when the night comes

No phones no screens just the pinecone throne

He claims the right to be alone

Track from the album "Tired Of Trouble"