On bended knee is no way to be free
 Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
 All my destinations will accept the one that's me
 So I can breathe

 Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
 Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
 mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
 And so it goes

 [bad word] closer or I'll have to go
 Holding me like gravity are places that pull
 If ever there was someone to keep me at home
 It would be you

 Everyone [bad word] across, in cages they bought
 They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
 I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
 I'm alive

 Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
 Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
 Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
 Overhead

 Leave it to me as I find a way to be
 Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
 I knew all [bad word]  but [bad word] did not know me
 Guaranteed