When the full moon turns white that's when [bad word] 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 powers 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 voices sounding
No one around me and you're still there
Far far away, no choices passing
No time confounds me and you're still there

In the full moons light I listen to the stream
And in between the silence hear you calling me
But I don't know where I am and I don't [bad word] who I've been
But if [bad word] home how will I ever leave?