I searched the whole to find where I'm coming from
But I still get off, getting on

I searched the whole world to find where I wanna be,
But I still get lost getting free

Can't find the answers in a can,
But I do recall the research wasn't all that bad
Can't keep the feelings in a box
When you've lost your and you get rid of all the shit you did
you find they all drift off

10 thousand army that want a war
But I still can't wrap my head around what they're all fighting for
10 thousand reasons to walk away
Find that bit of land where I can stand
Without a constant hand up, for the rest of my days

And even if never had the chance to make it happen
And island with a light on
Fields to make the hay
Even if i take the weight of Africa
on my shoulders for each day
i will find a way

Perfection for the soul,
Just a little love to find a way to stop the devil from,
Filling in the hole.

Call it prophetic, call it fate
as time goes on, right or wrong, it gets a little hard to tell the hunter from the bait.