The Sticks - Mother Mother

I’m looking at mountain ranges, I’m looking at islands baby

Oh archipelago take me

I’m looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby

I’m getting away from all the—

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

I’ll be gone for good, out there with the creatures in the woods

And I’ll be understood, make friends with the pagans in the nude

I’ll be no different, just a little less interested

In all that new world shit, ‘cause there ain’t no new world in the sticks

I’m getting on a mountain baby, yeah, I’m thinking of an island maybe

Oh archipelago take me

I’m looking to isolate me, terra incognita baby

I’m getting away from all the—

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

I’ll bring a book to read, Crusoe to get me in my theme

I’ll bring my heart to break, gonna find some pretty Wiccan thing

I’ll bring some chocolate, ain’t no way she could resist

I’ll bring my papa’s tricks, ‘cause there ain’t no help line in the sticks

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a

La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da-a-a-a