I fell into the future thought I didn't want it
I lost my only home
A new on the coin, didn't see it coming
A strange king on a strange throne
A place where I could rest was all I ever wanted,
My broken weary bones.
Somewhere to belong, but there might be an answer,
Among the stones.
Every note there from the start,
A song I heard way back in the dark.
Feels like it's always been there,
I knew it before I even cared
Feels like it's always been there, waiting.
Came upon an oak tree beside the river,
Familiar and unknown.
Carve me under pork so I'll always remember
My way back home
A mark upon the map will be my steady pigeon,
My old time trusted friend.
Brighter than a flag, stronger than religion,
A quide in wind.
A voice I know comes through the crowd,
A distant drum which echoes inside.
Feels like it's always been there,
I knew it before I even cared
Feels like it's always been there, waiting.
A hook in the sky that pulls us
Opinion that we recognize.
A journey is the destination,
Which keeps us alive.
These words are like a net
That try and catch the longing
With pennan with a pitch.
But nothing seems to come
At least of us the shadow
Beyond my reach.
Every note there from the start,
A song I heard way back in the dark.
Feels like it's always been there,
I knew it before I even cared
Feels like it's always been there, waiting.
So carve me under pork
Carve me under pork
