sleeping under the moonlight
wake on top of the world

they say I’m wasting my life roaming different towns
they say sleeping under the stars ain’t civilized
well frankly neither is working
to make life worth living
‘cause living is worth while if you stop to feel

the trees are swaying back and forth to the rhythm
of the wind that blows all inhibitions away
the key to having good things to say is to listen
and there’s so much around you to be heard
if you stay

don’t trap your soul inside a structure
let it run so free but follow it close
the things you may find may scare you a little
but fear can’t compare
to the pain of never knowing the unknown