On this dusty road are many turns and twists.
On this hazy path there are many grooves and spits.
On this myriad lane walks,
A traveller.

I am a soul, travelling through the lands of time.
I am a soul, searching for place, a feeling I can call mine.
I am a soul, looking for you.

His clothes hang off him, they are not needed.
He cannot see, but that what is in front of his eyes.
He tells only truth. What are lies?

On this dusty road are many turns and twists.
On this hazy path there are many grooves and spits.
On this myriad lane walks,
A traveller.

I am a soul, travelling through the oceans of time.
I am a soul, searching for existence, a truth I can call mine.
I am a soul, looking for myself.

His shoes are wasted, but they're not needed.
He cannot hear, but that which is by his ears.
He listens to kindness. What are sneers?

On this dusty road are many turns and twists.
On this hazy path there are many grooves and spits.
On this myriad lane walks,
A traveller.

I am a soul, travelling through the mists of time.
I am a soul, searching for a person, a touch I can call mine.
I am a traveller, reaching his destination.