The Lemonheads Follow

Found a place, nothing's ever there
I made a little space big enough to pitch a tent
A hideaway I hadn't ever gone
'Till I whacked my way under the overgrowth

I found a place, I found a place
I found a place, I whacked away
And looking back to discover my tracks
Dirty hands and light through the branches

I found myself a breathing place, got room to stand up straight
And if I wanna lay around I can
Find way to pass the time, flat down or on my side

You can, you can
Come on

You can be too rich and you can be too thin
And you can take it with you wherever you go
You must talk to strangers when you visit a new park
You might ask the park ranger where you should park

You can be too rich and you can be too thin
And you can take it with you the things that you learn

Found a place, nothing's ever there
I made a little space big enough to pitch a tent
A hideaway I hadn't ever gone