So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts
For one more hit now of what it is we really want
We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong
That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …
Sitting upon a new moon, in wonder now of it all
Something never fails to fall forever for innocence
Someone never fails to come calling in times of need
Someday never passes again without being redeemed …
Listening in on the chatter of those dark stars overhead
We might come someday to so dread what we know is left
But the mighty of us run our trials with no less an iron fist
Than to divine the right of keeping strong in spite of this …
So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts
For one more hit now of what it is we really want
We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong
That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …
To serve ourselves one time is always enough to receive
The will of the universe in fleeting footprints in the dust
Leading us on to what matters most before the final dusk
Before we take that last dive beyond that great old divide …
So hitting up, all old forgotten, long dear haunts
For one more hit now of what it is we really want
We want what’s right, never what’s so very wrong
That we spin our wheels, to the tune of this song …
