I've been walking through this great land
'Cause too few miles can be seen from where you stand.
But now that I've learned to walk without a cane,
You know that things can never quite be the same
The real world reveals itself to my face
As I'm roaming through the hills going from place to place.
Nature and the spirit world are floating in my mind
As I promise never to leave myself behind
There's no fights to be fought or wars to be one
And there's no more to do after so much has been done.
So stop the talking in your heads and take a look around.
See how things really look and listen to how they sound
Copyright 2001 Jon Swift.
4-track home recordings circa 1998.
Jon Swift: All instruments.