Find my land and find my blood
Gotta get back to the place I love
Find my land and find my blood
Gotta get back to the place
Billy Pilgrim was a friend of mine, he was, born in 1947
Untrapped in time, any point he wished to see zoomed in and out
Of the limitless sea
Find my land and find my blood
Gotta get back to the place I love
Find my land and find my blood
Gotta get back to the place
67 billion different ways to die, sole investors of our own device
it seems the projects failed, no one learned to fly
Find my land and find my blood
Gotta get back to the place I love
Find my land and find my blood
gotta get back to the place
But in the end, it's always enough
Life is blown into dust
Trust me brother, the solution's clear
Ride the wind home without a fear
Ride the wind home without a fear
Ride the wind home and