BIRCH: We know Stan's had it tougher He knows what it is to suffer He was split right in half So he'd forget his past. Still, he's got a will of iron But he acts like a cowardly lion We found him a place Where he'd find peace at last
WALLY: A cabin far away, Somewhere out in the pine, A place up in the mountains Where the air and water's fine, Where traffic jams and city strife Are never, ever seen A simple place to be Somewhere that's green.
BIRCH: We'd go fishing when we like Or make music every day Away from all temptation Where old habits drift away We'd make sure we had everything We need to keep it clean A homestead in the woods Somewhere that's green
WALLY: We'd sometimes hold a campout In the forest where you live Invite our friends and family And give it all we have to give
BIRCH: But when we are alone That sometimes is the best We build a roaring fire As the sun sets in the west A place right out of nature films You'd see up on a screen
