The gods gave you these feet to run, run, run. Walk, stumble, fall. Stand.
The gods gave you these feet to break, to heal, to wander all your days
When your pretty face holds those bright eyes to the ground,
Walk, walk, walk
They can't take that from you
This dirt road has been travelled
But these grass roots are waiting for you
When these feet can take no more, the gods will call you home
Still but ever-moving,
You are the wanderer
The gods wait to meet the hands that match those feet