I want to live
Where soul meets body,
And let the sun wrap
Its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water
Cool and cleansing,
And feel, feel what it's like
To be new.

Cause in my head
There's a greyhound station,
Where I send my thoughts
To far off destinations,
So they may have a chance
Of finding a place
Where they're far more suited
Than here...

I cannot guess what we'll discover,
We turn the dirt with our palms
Cupped like shovels,
But I know our filthy hands
can wash one another's,
And not one speck will remain.

I do believe it's [bad word] That there are roads left
In both of our shoes,
If the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too,
So brown eyes, I hold you near
Cause you're the only song
I want to hear,
melody softly soaring
Through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body...