In shanty towns without names, and towers in flames
sleeping in cars or under the stars
I've seen men whose eyes look older than God's
who's hands built this land and keep it growing
I've wandered forty days in the desert
and found the oasis just before I died
I'm pitching my tents in the land of hope
I'm done with wandering, I'm coming home

through years of regrets and chapters not written yet
my hands are rough and I've lost my band
my voice gets lonesome singing in the night
I need the feel of someone's tender hand
I've wandered forty days in the desert
and found the oasis just before I died
I'm pitching my tents in the land of hope
I'm done with wandering, I'm coming home

but no song could hold the tale I tell
the earth sings this story, you can hear it in the wind
I know a verse or two, ask me to sing to you
and you'll never forget it

©2010 Fred Gillen Jr./ Fuel For The Revolution Music (B.M.I.)

Posted Thursday, February 25th 2010