Voyager

Those fields we pass

with each blade of grass

harbour a thousand lives.

Those trees that ark

with rotten bark

harbour a thousand lives

Thoses lakes that sleep

with calm water deep

harbour a thousand lives.

Those tracks we roam

with rust and stone

transport a thousand lives.

Those stops we make

with hissing breaks

transport a thousand lives.

The skies are blue

and I'm on my way to you;

I really feel alive.