Gust of wind on my face as I strut Dust in throat mile by mile Everlasting wanderer Doomed to the eternal exile Running blindly to the goal That is as misty as our future We are driving along at a crawl But the path we walk doesnt draw to a close Never will draw to a close Blinded by a vision of new life For the hope I sacrifice my youth From nodding I feel the pain in my neck I am the one who was proved right in the end I know the legend will come true Sail to discover something new Were walking in through open door Leaving the world rotten to the core Drop of water on the deserts sands All the rage captured in one cell In the darkness lives the stream of light To build New Heaven I find power in my own hell My own private hell
mile, draw, new, nodding, strut