The very next morning, the chicken decides to Make her escape, get a taste of freedom She runs out the coop that her life's been confined to Suddenly sees the thing she's only dreamed of
Just up ahead, gophers run through a meadow Deer graze, birds sing Her future is waiting, right there for the taking There's just one thing
The chicken must first cross the road
The road A sea of trees and green and moss Waiting just across the road, the road A life of brighter days, a width of road away
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When's it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?
