Texty
I drove ten thousand miles
Through desert, field, and town
I've gone through many trials
But I won't let it wear me down
I sailed the seven seas
No wind at my back
No land no trees
The sky slate-black
It's just me and my disease
We've traveled so far to be free, to be free
When it's opening
I feel the healing begin
When the colors spin
I feel strange sensations
When it's opening
I feel the crowd move in
It's hope again
And transformation
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
They told me not to leave
And if I did, I'd never come back
But the future weaves
Its own path
I had no choice
I had to be free
My life my voice
My last plea
It's just me and my disease
We've traveled so far to be free, to be free
When it's opening
I feel the healing begin
When the colors spin
I feel strange sensations
When it's opening
I feel the crowd move in
It's hope again
And transformation
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Written by: Jonathan Geer