Wandering Walking Drifting With the tide Browsing Searching Finding our way through life
Have your forgotten All this beauty Around you All your worries Could easily fade Behind you Who Is pulling you back With such strenght? I hear you
Have you forgotten All this beauty around you? All your worries Could easily fade behind you Who is pulling you back? The end is near With such With
The ride along the great riverside Ever so wide The cleaver of clarity She'll be wise enough To make us understand The moment we reach Heavenly land
have turned wise and grey With every fiber in me I have lived to see you grow to be The finest men I just followed my trail and I found my way back home
He's in a rush run He has to hurry dash He's in a rat race Never (at/had) a slow pace Forever dangerous And never serious Up on your energy Expect no
Toda una vida de lucha y de trabajo sostenida sin nunca aflojar Toda una vida de lucha y de trabajo sostenida sin nunca flaquear Un pajaro en su jaula
Towards the light I will move on And so I learn To move The one Before the next Steps I take Will pay the road Ahead of me I woke this morning Wondering
The eyes they're made to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it
my home I break on through to the unknown The cycle now is repeating, Of sunken ships and drunken kings We have no use for the hollow Come on down gather
plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place So I'm up all night long Really I'm in outterspace Really I ain't got no home Really
: Oh Yeah All right Gather 'round, guys It's time to start listenin' Practice makes perfect But perfect's not working There's a lot more to music Than
: Oh... Yeah... Ohh... Instrumenatal Gather 'round guys It's time to start list'nin Practice makes perfect But perfects not workin' Theres a law out
never came back They found his clothing Scattered somewhere down the track And he won?t be down on Wall Street in the morning He had a home The love
, the door's commiting suicide Bitches ain't fucking with you unless you in the newest ride You know me, 5 star nigga do or die I'm from the home of the
: She's 98 pounds working down at the Dairy Queen. With an oval-vee home perm, and braces. and He's long haired, no job and just 19 They got a baby on
roaring I find myself Waiting to believe On the floor Where the mice call shots in the corner, that's where I'll be When the crickets come home
that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise, And the glory of His resurrection share; When His chosen ones shall gather to their home