Caves - Fitz.

A boy walks down a city road

Passed strangers and riverboats

He boards a train, to anywhere

He leaves his mother and his home

He left with pictures in his head

Memories enough to breathe life to the dead

He asks me where I am going to

But I donʼt even know where I have come from yet

In the first degree above

I am here for the escape

Swallows nest in other caves

Rested far away from all of us

Bruised and beaten in the fog

Throughout the forest fall the driftwood logs

and I take rest upon the waterfall

As the river flows slowly on

I left with pictures in my head

Memories enough to breathe life to the dead

I know exactly where Iʼm going to

And how I want my life to end

In the first degree above

I am here for the escape

Swallows nest in other caves

Rested far away from all of us

A man walks down a city road

Passed strangers and riverboats

And through an open door

He makes his home