Wandering home,nwith all these fears,nresting with a point of space.nnThis is,npoised in the hands of man,nslip in - slip out,nno day or night.nnNo time - or place.nnWe put our trust in the faith of man,nwe walk the trail,ncrossing over a bridge,nwhen we saw the beauty that we could be.nnWishing out,nour hands, are in the soil now,nour time is up.nnEuropa,nset my sails,non your oceans of ice tonight.nnSet me on the trails of light,nthe caverns in your iron core are home.nnEuropa rely,nthe final resting place of my soul,nthe monolith will come,nsurrender reality up to cross over the night,nmy boat is waiting on the shores of ice.nnI may give up my only belief,nthis borrowed time is over now,npay the price,nforgotten years and pieces of Eden.nnI’m wandering home,nwith all these fears,nresting before me,nI put my faith in the hands of man and now I rest in soil.nnI’m wandering,nmy time is almost up,nthis void is closing around,nmy own universe is all in another time,nborrowed time,npay it back,nI miss them all,nthe halves of me.nI’m wandering.