Nomads

Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? Grandfather did we flip the script? Sure... Grandfather I think we've flipped the script I'm sure... I was gone all these years Chasing all those different mirrors I was gone all these years Running from invisible fears "Sometime they used to beat the drum for an hour Steady, until our dead people come to us" I was gone all those years Figuring you'd always be here I was gone all these years While you slowly disappeared Oh that blinding light Oh What a burning sight Oh your guiding light What if I'm afraid of the Coming night? "They ask what we were doing, All that, and to be good... And they were with us. They were with us all the time. And they quit that once the old people died" I was gone all those years While you waited here I was gone all those years Now i'm here, watch us reappear Oh that blinding light Oh what a turning tide Oh your guiding light Know that you've passed the fire "What's your name they told me. Watin, Watin... what's your name."