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When the thorn bush turns white thats when I'll come home,
I am going out to see what i can sow,
And i don't know where I'll go,
But i don't know what I'll see,
But I'll try not to bring it back home with me.

Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me,
As you watch me wander, curse the power that be,
'Cuz all i want is here and now,
But its already been and gone,
Our attentions always last that bit too long.

Ooh ooh,

Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me, and you're still there.

Far far away,no choices passing, no time confounding, and you're still there.

In the Full moon's light i listen to the stream,
And in between the sounds i still hear you calling me,
But i don't know where i am,
And i don't trust who I've been,
And If i come home how will i ever leave?
Ooh, ooh