And the valley grows dim
For eyes that grow weary and tired
On the horizon swallowing fire
When the rising moon casts shadows thrown by its beams
And the earth sewn at its seams
Sits still
Waiting until
You find your way home again

How do I begin?
And where do I fit in this world?
If I toil until my skin cracks and my bones break

Will I be the man I see?
In the haze of footsteps sprawling out ahead of me
Is there more for us than the endless winding roads?

Where there's nothing left to conquer
There's nothing left to find
Like pilgrims we're all scattered
Down roads built for the blind
The futures all are purchased
There's no dream left to sell
Like children we'll all wander
To the mountains of ourselves, singing

Ohhhhh, so far until I reach my home
Ohhhhh, so far I've wandered from my home

There's nothing left to conquer
There's nothing left to find
Like pilgrims we're all scattered
Down roads built for the blind
The futures all are purchased
There's no dream left to sell
Like children we'll all wander
To the mountains of ourselves, singing

Ohhhhh, so far until I reach my home
Ohhhhh, so far I've wandered from my home
Take me to my home

And the valley grows dim
For eyes that grow weary and tired
On the horizon swallowing fire
When the rising moon casts shadows thrown by its beams
And the earth sewn at its seams
Sits still
Waiting until
You find your way home again