[Verse 1]
I wrote down some ideas, and I made some records
I sold some records, and I got money
I spent the money to buy some land
I own land, I feel funny
Ownership rears its head again in the weirdest ways

[Verse 2]
I trudge along the property line
I hide from neighbors when they go by
I speak a spell against their private property signs
In our woods I ask, "What's mine?"
I burn this pile of branches, clearing forest fire fuel
I give it back in rising smoke to the unowned sky

[Verse 4]
Nothing's mine, I draw a line
A wind blows and says, "Nice try"
I'm a passing through indebted fool borrowing air and firewood
Dreaming of co-ownership of everything beneath the trees that I share with the infinite