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 who I am
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