Wild Wood - Paul Weller

High tide — mid afternoon

People fly by in the traffics boom

Knowing — where you’re blowing

Getting to where you should be going.

Don’t let them get you down

Making you feel guilty about

Golden rain bring you riches

All the good things — you deserve now.

Climbing forever trying

Find your way out — of the wild wild wood

Now theres no justice

There’s only yourself — that you can trust in

And I said — high tide mid afternoon

People fly by in the traffics boom

Knowing — just where you’re blowing

Getting to where you should be going.