When the thorn bush turns white 
That's when [bad word] home
I am going out to see what I can saw
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 its 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
And If [bad word] home how will I ever leave