When the full moon turns white that's when I'll come home.I am going out to see what I can sow.And I don't know where I'll go;And I don't know what I'll see;But I'll try not to bring it back home with me.
Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me,As you watch me wander, curse the powers that be.Cause all I want is here and now, but its already been and gone.Our intentions always last that bit too long.
Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me and You're still there.Far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there.
In the full moons light I listen to the stream,And in between the silence hear you calling me,But I don't know where I am, and I don't trust who I've been,And If I come home how will I ever leave.
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