When the thorn bush 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 power that be
cause all i want is here and now
but it's already been and gone
our intentions always last that bit too long.
Far far away, no voice sounding, no one around me and you're still there.
Far far away, no choice passing, no time confounds me and you're still there.
In the full moons light I listen to the stream
and between the silence hear you calling me
but i don't know where i an and i don't trust who i've been
and if i come home how will i ever leave
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