Olompali

You are the voice

Sing me a tune

Alone in Olompali

I'll be listening for you

You are the brush

Paint me a fire

On the walls of the watershed

Burning desire

Manifestation

Ghost do you feel alone

In the twilight of the road

Did you feed the fools

In the gold rush down below

Now the water flows like truth

And the kids sharpen their tools

Listen to the blinding love

Swaying pines are holding true to form

Your mine, our spirits bound against the race of time

Waiting, under the open sky we meet again

We ride, on the tails of rolling thunder, misty night

And the emptiness is gone