From this angle, the earth isn't straight
And the wheat fields blow, bending, except the patches they ate
From this framing, the fencing's askew
And the wood wears its splinters and the weight of morning dew
Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side
Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried
But before you go hunting, there is something you should know
I want to be with them wild goats...
Where the leaves wilt and fall short of shore
And the frost builds like spiders, its web's 'long the floor
Where the smoke ends, and the rushing waters spill
And the embers keep burning, despite the air chill
Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side
Some say to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried
But before you go hunting, there is something you should know
I want to be with them wild goats
I want dirt in my handprints
Like my Uncle Kevin's got
I want sun in my eyes and sweat in my air
But it's not my lot
Well, you can keep me right here, in the comfort of the quiet
'Cause this city is strangling my sky...
Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side
Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried
But before you go hunting, there is something you should know
I want to be with them wild goat
In my position, I can peer 'cross the scrub
And the light dapples neatly over wet rocks and mud
In my new standing, I can see my surrounds
And the stories I'm told of snow on higher ground
Wild goats on the hilltop, o'er side
Some try to shoot 'em, yeah, my friends, they tried
But before you go hunting, there is something you should know
I want to be with them wild goats...