Wayfaring

Written by：Jones/Chopper/ Jones/ Partis/ Prosser/ Telfer/Partis/Prosser/Telfer

Break away from chaos

Take a beer and rest a while

They're all glassed out and bloated

They cannot raise a smile

One pilgrim soul is traveling

Still in touch with time

And in love with far horizons

For that's where our harbour lies

Ambassadors of methane

With crystals on their scales

Have flown in from the future

With starlight in their sails

Their bags are full of samples

All these things they think we need

Like gunpowder smallpox and jesus

Dynamite and beads

Just one poor soul is traveling

A witness to his time

And in love with far horizons

For that's where our harbour lies

Towers of glass are falling

Into lakes of frozen tears

I'm rolling rolling up my stories

I'm getting out of here

We're flying high on a wing and a prayer

I hope we know when we get there

We're flying high on a wing and a prayer

I hope we know when we get there

We're flying high on a wing and a prayer

I hope we know when we get there

When we get there

When we get there