If God grants me a wrinkled face
Like a country house
Black soil for my callused hands
To send my fingers down
But this skin is young and
Wants a little wind
Sunburned and weatherèd
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And the open road
Still Gathering what the Hunter said
And the Nomad knows
The Farmer waits with steady hands
To call me home
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And the open road
Ten thousand years ago
The Nomad settled down
Gave up his wandering
Sowed seeds in the ground
He sang a quiet song
While the work was done
And stood still 'neath probing skies
But until then, watch the shifting gra**
And the open road
Still Gathering what the Hunter said
And the Nomad knows
The Farmer waits with steady hands
To call me home
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And the open road
Where do I go from here? My time has not yet gone
Just see an open door and hear the footsteps of the young
Like seeds in summer breeze we search for steady ground
Wait for our roots to pull down
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And the open road
Still Gathering what the Hunter said
And the Nomad knows
The Farmer waits with steady hands
To call me home
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And the open road
And until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And open road
Still Gathering from what the Hunter said
And the Nomad knows
The Farmer waits with steady hands
To call me home
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And open road
But until then, it's just the shifting gra**
And open road