No, I'm not sure
Where we're going
I can't even tell you
Where we are
Some things are not
For the knowing
The way your eyes
Fade like the stars
High time we go (some other place)
The transformation (in Spirit and space)
Follow me
Tie the mule to the wagon
Follow me
Bring the children and come on
Through the wilderness
Follow me
'Cause I'm already
Swinging my machete
Prepare your soul
The woods begin here
Yes, we've been through
This brush before
Embrace the dawn
Of adventure
Bid fond farewell
Pacific shore
High time we go
A relocation (of Spirit and space)
Follow me
Tie the mule to the wagon
Follow me
Bring the children and come on
Through the wilderness
Follow me
Cause I'm already
Swinging my machete...