The moment [bad word] to depart the land 
To brave the sea and journey sands 
Of endless wild terrain 
By smoke and blaze he did sustain the camps 
The vagabonds [bad word] the trail 
And built a home of fine detail 
Half a century went by 'fore we could taste the sweet delight 
myriad of excuses begin to clog the mind 
As he finally stands upright 
And even still he has to pause and gaze outside 
Before leaving the vacant cage 
That could not nearly cultivate 
The magnitude of what lay dormant 
Now his lids begin to raise

Down the rabbit hole to a wall of photographs 
Echoing times passed 
I knew it from the first drop-kick I felt in the courtyard 
Of the town we grew up in 
Every glint within the bastions of my perception 
Could have told you what I felt in hardly a fortnight 
I wish that you would rise 
Your chariot is waiting right outside

How many moons had gone by 
Till he had opened his eyes 
The city lights saw the sky 
The names had changed by and by 
Forgotten had been long found 
And lost again without sound 
The woodland island did remain arcane to all of those around 
How effortlessly it seems 
The petals fall by the stream 
The stallions pick up their speed 
And race beyond his own dreams 
Across purple majesties 
And through the kingdoms of green 
The view he takes in from the heights is more than he could have foreseen

Somewhere down the line 
He meets a child of four or five 
And she inquires of him 
"Tell me what it's all about" 
He just looks at her and smiles 
"Though it's taken me quite a while 
It's better to be outside looking in 
Than to be inside looking out"