Slowly we travel,
Dust we find.
Flames we marvel,
This isn’t my kind.
Seeking I am,
So they say.
Hear me now Father of Abraham,
Show me you way.
Feel this how I want you to,
I know you won’t.
Want me like I do,
I know you don’t.
Trees and rocks don’t move,
We swing into the motherland.
My songs approve,
But to you, I’m just a one-man band.
This place makes every word,
It’s just not you, I heard.