It’s a vital role I can’t ignore
For my kind, working blind
Stuck in the back of my mind

It’s inescapable and sure
In my blood, in the mud
In my grazes and cuts

[instrumental]

I’m one who walks and isn’t bound
I’m mature, I’m impure
L’appel de la nature

But am I the best you could’ve found?
How do I lead? How do I proceed?
Brush off l’appel du vide

So tell me I’m gonna keep growing
‘Cos I feel curbed
And tell me what’s coming is clear
‘Cos it’s been blurred
You never should’ve left the building
You never should’ve counted on me
So you’d better be getting on home,
Little Ladybird