we were flying like birds with a message
we were just following the maps in our blood
and we didn't know where we were headed
but we found it! and it is good
we would wake up in the night still reaching
for what we'd held in our dreams
until that morning we woke up knowing what we'd seen
our bodies were following the patterns
those patterns were pointing away
away from the truth and the light on your shoulder,
light of ten thousand days