You follow your footsteps into Palestine
You follow your footsteps, you follow mine
You know it's a lonely place to go
And so you go
I went in search of peace, but I found none
I found a broken man, of barely twenty-one
Who said that he saw roses in his thorns
His skin was torn
And you know you may never make it home
With your gun, your lips burnt by the sun
You're scared, but not of being alone
It's the night as black and thick as opium
The stars they sing for you, though out of key
The stars, they sing for you, no, they never sang for me
Like jewels too precious to be worn. What are they for?
And the freedom of the desert is an endless cage
Like a writer with a pencil and an empty page
You don't know exactly where to go
So you just go...
And you know you may never make it home
With your sanity intact and shine able to show
Unless you give it all away
Declare, "My lord, I'm home to stay."
And you know you may never make it home
With your gun, your lips burnt by the sun
Unless you give it all away
Declare, "My lord, I'm home to stay."
Declare, "My lord, I'm home to stay."
Declare, "My lord, I'm home to stay."
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