Fremont - Budo

We all get lost

And state the purpose for the goal

And we grow old

Yes we grow old

Time stops with that little line drawn in the sand

Dividing what we want to see from how it is

Lifting up

We climb those mountains in our mind

We grow tired

Yes, we grow tired

If our eyes could talk

They would tell us to slow down

They would tell us to believe in what they see

Stare so hard

We want we see

The Finger as the Moon

And we move inside of how it feels to be alive

So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide

And we settle to how it feels to be alive

The Finger and the Moon

The Finger and the Moon

Tracing lines

On dusty atlases

We find comfort in these rooms we walk before

But they’re just empty

They are just compasses and sign

That lead us strong

Stare so hard

We want, we see

The Finger as the Moon

And we move inside of how it feels to be alive

So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide

And we settle to how it feels to be alive

The Finger and the Moon

The Finger and the Moon