Lyrics | The Bog Jog

There are places, deep bodies of water
that stand very still with nowhere to flow,
and as plants die, they sink to the bottom,
the oxygen drops and the sphagnum moss grows
It grows. Oh, how it grows.
It’s a living carpet of thick green moss
growing on the water top. Nature’s own waterbed
and if you walk upon it, you suddenly stop
because the bog jogs with every move you make
Yeah, the bog jogs. It will make your body shake
The bog jogs, it puts rhythm in your knees
The bog jogs if you jump up and down or sneeze.

Up in New England or in the Carolinas,
out in the Midwest, all across Canada,
pockets of sphagnum, water and plants
it might look solid, but it will make you dance.
Make you dance. Oh, it makes you dance.
Cranberries and the cedar trees
and the venus-flytraps.
If a moose or a bear appear there,
then the stillness suddenly snaps.

… it grows right across
that surface of the water,
that’s what makes it a
great big water bed, yeah
so as you walk across
all that sphagnum moss
it feels like jello under you
but don’t jump to hard
or you could punch on through
and people would say
oh he was just right here
but when we turned around
he had disappeared,
vanished, gone, into thin air
but you would just be under the sphagnum moss
swimming around somewhere,
yeah in that bog, that jogging bog

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