Like a country house
Black soil fer my callused hands
To send my fingers down

But this skin is young and once a little wind
Sunburn and weather rain

Chours:
But until then its just the shifting grass
The open road
Its the gathering of what the hunter said nomad knows
The farmer waits with steady hands to call me home
But until then its just the shifting grass open road

Ten thousand years ago nomad settled down
Gave up his wanderin to sow seeds in the ground
He sang a quiet song while the work was done
Stood still and he'd moving sun (?)

Chours

Where do I go from here my time has not yet gone
Just see an open door I hear the foot steps of the young
Like sea the summer breze we search the steady ground
Waiting for our roots go down

Chours (x2)