When your road deserts you and your feet disappear You'll find some old shoes wasted, worn, without appeal Where will you go from here? You've got to roll from here You're sitting still inside the fear There must be some way out of here Crows flying some where Boats leaving docks Time as the ocean Changing tides alone it does Where will you go from here? You've got to roll from here You're sitting still inside the fear There must be some way out of here Emmenuel, you got away. Emmanuel, you... got away, Emmanuel...