Wild Wood

Wild Wood
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing, just 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, will bring you riches
All the good things, you deserve now
Climbing forever trying
Find your way out, of the wildwild wood
Now there's no justice
There's only yourself, that you can trust in
And I say, \"High tide, mid afternoon\"
Oh, people fly by, in the traffics boom
Oh, knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel, all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things, you deserve now
And I say, \"Climbing forever trying\"
You're gonna find your way out
Of the wild wild wood
Say that, you're gonna find your way out
Of the wild wild wood, of the wild wild wood
En 'Wild Wood', Paul Weller nos sumerge en un escenario cotidiano pero lleno de profundidad emocional. Desde la alta marea hasta la tarde, el bullicio del tráfico sirve como telón de fondo para las reflexiones sobre el camino de la vida...