If travel is searching
And home has been found
I'm not stopping

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But i don't know when

I thought i could organize freedom
How american of me
This is soon
You figured it out, didn't you?

You could smell it
So you left me on my own
 [bad word] the mission
Now i'm leaving it all behind

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter
I'm the hunter

You just didn't know me (х7)