Today I saw an eagle fly his wing's they stretched afar
I never knew that majesty could be a shooting star
I never knew that time could bind and stretch the world throughout
I only thought that life was sad and dream's would turn about
I had a home to which I roamed yet so long ago
And thought I wither my thought's are simpler than what they we're long before
You see this lonesome side of me this fever has no cure
To plunder and roam to land's unknown and travel with too and  fro
I've seen the highest mountain top's
I've swam the deepest sea's
I have plundered far beyond those simple crazy childhood dream's
And yet my mind is lost somewhere I've never gone before
A place so very far away
One I know I'll adore

At morning due I rise from bed to find myself asleep
My mind it ponder's deep beyond the trouble of these thing's
So now you see this opposition is one that I must face
I am yet a stranger weary and tired but yet still out of place
So to me or that to be or that which is unknown
The thought's within my troubled mind carries me back home

Play a ballad for the drifter the one who paved the way
He sang his song's and carried on until his dying day
And on that day he wrote a poem it twas one I know well
He spoke of highest priest and prophets
And spoke of wedding bell's
And then this dream so far away it carried on the east
And fire burned up the whole world
And stretched across the deep
And to the west I heard a roar a voice as loud as thunder
It spoke so loud and yet so proud and freedom was it's hunger
And then at once it came to me in the belly of the beast
It was the east and the west who triumphed over me

Along the road I met a toad he drank a glass of wine
He sang a tune howled at the moon
But could not keep in time
I sat beside the lonesome toad and asked him why he sang
He said you see it's bound to be this world has gone insane
And then away the very next day I seen him laying down
And on his face he wore it soft a golden velvet crown
A fool he whispered came along and stole this thing from me
But now he's dead I took his head and wear the crown to sleep

I am not sure If I adore these travels and these lands
I know it now I'm far away
In very distant land's

So as I sat and pondered on these desperate tale's of lore
A long haired man came unto me and knocked upon my door
I heard a gypsy crack a sigh and say it was her hunger
That caused her to spread prophesy that was false and foolish slumber
And as the cricket chirped away she looked into the ball
Looked at me with her hollow eye's she saw the gavel fall
And then the lighthouse keeper laughed and said watch for the rock's
They **** the men and pull them in the slaughter never stop's
She smiled and cried and frowned at me and handed me a letter
Then she arised and asked of me to be her own pallbearer

So I traveled on ahead to make myself fair time
I got lost in the darkened wood's that took a many lives
I sat and stood upon a truck and heard somebody laugh
And then appeared a foolish man wearing the devil for a mask
And as he laughed he reached in his case and played a little fiddle
But he did not play it evenly he played it very unsubtle
So I asked him who he was He began to speak
And with a roar he said I adore the mild and the meek

I suppose this is where my story come's to end
Or shall I say That it has now only just began