Soles to the earth, feeling cold on our feet
As hills ahead scatter magnolia leaves
Drawn to the forest, but held to the coast
Searching for somewhere to settle and post
Up for a while we’ll rest all our bones
This house is a shelter, it isn’t a home
Oh…
What if we roam?
Wandering the void of our name
Gathering stones
To carefully assemble one day
Travel the emptiness left by the ebb
Peace with the marks that were left from my steps
Oh…
What if we roam?
Wandering the void of our name
Gathering stones
To carefully assemble one day
What if we roam?
Wandering the void of our name
Gathering stones
To carefully assemble one day