Entangled entrapped and alone
I find myself in danger
Near the lonely zone

Not even the birds fly today
I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway
Few have known near the lonely zone


If I had music perhaps I could plan an escape or at least try
Sometimes music can take you high
Not even the sound of a breeze in this place so I sigh

A slight feeling of despair there's a chilling of the air
The evening is almost gone
And darkness has arrived near the lonely zone

Make myself a drum with old an log and sticks on a trail but to no avail
So I'm waiting for the moon to come along
Please shine moonbeams on me as I am near the lonely zone