These old shoes
They don't seem to care
Which way I roam
As long as I get there
But my young heart
Chases after wind
Over mountain streams
And back round again
All my dreams
Shaded by these trees
What I could be
If the rent was free
A home in the woods
A poet since my birth
First comes the earth
First save the earth
In this life
There's no time for twice
Always on your way
Always on your way
My only hope
Is when I find my voice
It sounds like me
It sounds like me
