some things get started

some things get finished then fade away,

but some of us made our own rules from the start

a year in the wilderness

we sat it out now we're home again

and playin'....

into the den with the lions



too many good friends i lost

they say it's a price you pay

so don't try to force my hand

i can't give any more.

we'll cut every corner to cross every border

hello again!

play...



into the den with the lions

it's so good to be home

back into the den with the lions.



deep in my darkest of hours

i find myself all alone

i hear a voice and i look to the sky

there was an eagle

an eagle that's flying into the sun,

(and he whispered)

play...



into the den with the lions

it's so good to be home

i'm falling -back into the den with the lions

feels so good to be home...