As the light from window breaks the night Travelers, on the foot of doom Are looking for familiar faces In a land of lights where no one cares Three riders break the speed of sound A pop, to bring reality For the foot of god lies in this forest With rain, saturating cold hard ground And the direction of thought is distorted Through years of musty stagnant air Find yourself away, slip into the sweet moisture Lodging color poles of red And white-faced trees have gone away Carry away sweet forest forgive Wash away the hope of man Travel across a newly built bridge Find yourself on the wings of nations On the lust of tomorrow On the highway to morning
