When your road deserts you
And your feet disappear
You'll find some old shoes
Wasted worn without appeal
Where will you go from here?
You've got to roll from here
You're sitting still inside the fear
There must be some way out of here
Crows flying somewhere
Boats leaving docks
Time as the ocean
Changing tides alone it does
Where will you go from here?
You've got to roll from here
You're sitting still inside the fear
Emmanuel you go away