Gone are the days of the weightless pathways
And bathing in the wake of the power
And I made my way through the brambles and the braes
Wandered in the blackness and wetted by the rain
Oh the wend of the weightless road
And I followed on a game trail the weightlessness wend
Haunted by a pathless wandering again
Oh the wend of the weightless road
And the power and the wake got me wringing my hands
Born a weightless rider
Take my hand, lead me back to wild wander
Born of a waking revival