take off when my dog comes a-running to bite
and as they sit on their branches to watch the game
they're chanting your name
the crows at the game, they chant your name
and as i drive home listening to kimya's record on K
there's this deer with its little ones in the field off the freeway
and it's teaching its fawns who are still a bit lame
to chant your name
the baby deer still lame, they know your name
and the birch trees and the pine trees behind the summer house
they raise their voices when the cigarette drops from the city boy's mouth
and when they're shit-scared that a mighty fire could start with a tiny flame
man, they call out your name
shit-scared of a tiny flame, even the trees call your name
and the baboon, and the baboon in the cage at the mercy of scientists
he is brave and he's a-showing his teeth to resist
and despite all the drugs that they are using to tame
him, he's a-shouting your name
the baboon that no-one can tame, he's a-shouting your name
to the scientists who feel no shame, he's a-shouting your name
and when i'm lost again, well i do the same
i shout your name
(and now we're gonna slow down a little)
(a little more)
(we call it a song)