In the backwaters beyond fables and years
Is freedom in moving on
There's a silence that may be heard loud and clear
In the simple, wild, and natural cadence
Keep my eyes opened
Keep my ears sharpened
There's nothing to fear
But fear itself in
Oh desperation, chasing horizons
In the flame and the flood
Through the briers and the brambles in my tears
There's no failure in true survival
Or the trials and tales of old that cut me near
Will help keep my he-ad above the water
Keep my eyes opened
Keep my ears sharpened
There's nothing to fear
But fear itself in
Oh desperation, chasing horizons
In the flame and the flood