Hey, my brother. Who sits til he’s found?nWell it’s the fears of many that lie in the groundnAnd Oh, how they love a townnfilled with beautiful debrisnAnd Oh, how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leavennWhere we’re at’s not rightnwith these matters undefinednWell come on andnand if we traveled southnand then all those people changednwe would have saved ourselvesnand left our friends behindnnHey, my lovely. Who waits at your door?nWell, it’s the fears of many there waiting for morenAnd Oh, How we place the crownnOn these less than perfect thingsnAnd oh how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leavennWhere we’re at’s not rightnWith these matters undefinednWell come on andnAnd if we traveled southnand then all those people changednwe would have saved ourselvesnand left our friends behindnnCome on, Come onnAnd if it’s white lights you wantnAnd if it’s more than a thoughtnThat wasn’t safe from the startnCome and come onnAnd if it’s white lights you wantnAnd if it’s more than a thoughtnThat wasn’t safennAnd if we traveled south and the all those people changednwe would have saved ourselves and left our friends behindnAnd if we traveled south and all those people changednwe would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind