["A long awaited journey. Now we're finally on the way. We leave behind the comfort of the poet's town..."]



Beautiful this broken town , even though it's fled by man

White doves flying in the sun , above desert sands

Where the city stood , now ruins stands



Sitting in Darkness with Tales To Tell

Arguing , drinking all night as well

The last fair or pilgrims with answers to gain

To go to the valley and meet with "The One" in vain



Drifting down the river

From the railing we stare

Journey on to the sea of grass

The old barge will take us there



Led along by mysterious crew

Bright shiny eyes and skins of blue

The last fair of pilgrims with answers to gain

To go to the valley and meet with "The One" in vain



Drifting down the river

From the railing we stare

Journey on to the sea of grass

The old barge will take us there