My brother, dreaming of a new land
Where the rivers wind through the villages
And the people breathe so easily
All the reaching trees go the same way
Don't have to go
I know, you know, you know
But if you gotta go
Whoa-oh, safe travels
My brother, wander in the tall grass
It's ok to run, we expect you back
Know how to climb a tree
I assume you do
I admit it, man I'm not as sharp as you
Oh but I know
It's still a war down there
And if you gotta go
Whoa-oh, safe travels
Oh oh, safe travels
Oh oh, safe travels
Oh oh, safe travels
Oh oh, safe travels
