I woke up in the wizard’s tower,
I hit the road as a bedroom boy,
Now I’m scavenger planting seeds in the ashy soil.
Where do we go
When we have no map with a cross drown on it?
I don’t know the driver’s name
But end of the line where’s to drop me.
Only mountains have no doubts
But pines are wavering in the wind.
Ain’t no moving back or retreating.
All the neon light went down
And darkness has covered the path within.
Am I maniac or believer?
Where do we go
When we have no map with a cross drown on it?
Moving bookshelf to the left, yeah
Going downstairs to the cave, yeah
Doing magic in my lab, yeah
Mixing styles all again.
I would like to go
Where no man’s foot has stepped.
Billion years away
To new worlds.
Stars around would glow,
Dancing in blue space.
Page after page
For new worlds.
Only mountains have no doubts
But pines are wavering in the wind.
Ain’t no moving back or retreating.
All the neon light went down
And darkness has covered the path within.
Am I maniac or believer?
