Born Human - Barenaked Ladies

Under a canoe, sheltered from the hail,

She lived six miles down the Portage Trail.

I met her mom.

I met her pop.

They looked at me and licked their chops.

She’s borne human, raised by wolves.

Will she ever understand my world?

Borne human to the crazy world.

Then, one day she wandered deep into the woods.

Into the woods, into the woods, into the woods.

She follows my hand, a map of veins,

To a fork in the low chow mein.

Her eyes get that michevious spark

Chasing pigeons down in the park.

She’s borne human, raised by wolves.

Will she ever understand my world?

Borne human to the crazy world.

Then, one day she wandered deep into the woods.

Into the woods, into the woods, into the woods.

(The woods, the woods, the deep-dark woods.)

Borne human, raise by wolves.

Will she ever understand my world?

Borne human to the crazy world.

Then, one day she wandered deep into the woods.