I started out simple, a taker and a giver
But I always felt life could be simpler
I left my home in heart and in mind
Traveled through hell to see who I could find
I strayed through the land looking for omens
I thought it all started with just one man
One book, one faith, one constant stream
But without the mountains it had no meaning
Without the streets, the beggars, the thieves
I found it pointless while others found dreams
So I kept on moving, swimming and grinding
Through another day, through one more morning
I found my feet in the wrong direction
My hopes and dreams never finding friction
So I wandered again like a lost man
Just trying to find the rivers current again
I meandered in to another story
Where fire spins round and displays it's glory
Where the awkward, the futile, the ancestors race
Could finally find peace in this glorious place
Now, looking back, it's all become clear
It's not a ferry, but I found a river
