I'm leaving this morning, for I don't know where Why? I'm not exactly sure, or even if I care There's been a knocking on my door, but when I look no one's there But the air untamed, unbridled, and unaware
Long forgotten, good and lost No trail's been trodden, no range has been crossed Time's been frozen, veiled in ice This might be my paradise
I could wear my fingers down to the bone Playing and singing, bound for nowhere known Up above the tree line, surrounded by sky and stone It might be that finally I have found a place to call my home
Long forgotten, good and lost No trail's been trodden, no range has been crossed Time's been frozen, veiled in ice This might be my paradise, yeah this might be my paradise...