Dirt Poor Robins Those Who Sojourn
Some nights I go to sleep and
I can't remember dreamin'
Blink and tomorrow has come
Some nights I'm trapped inside of
A room that's full of monsters
Terror I can't wait to wake from
But last night
I never wanted to be over
I never want to leave the world I walked again
Maybe I dream
Maybe I'm mad
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
No imagining required
My eyes have seen the fire
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
(Woah…)
(Woah)
That night wasn't free from horror
I cannot lie or alter
Memory can not be erased
Terrified, I found it freeing
Paralyzed by deeper meaning
Scared though I could not look away
The shadow had finally lifted
And the meadows with it a way to show the
Hidden myth within
Maybe I dream
Maybe I'm mad
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
No imagining required
My eyes have seen the fire
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
Drawn up to the mountaintop
Though the air drew thin
I would not stop
I drank the clouds
I swallowed stars
I grew beyond what we call "far"
At last I saw the great divide
But I couldn't reach outside of time
Until you reach your hand for mine
Until I held your breath inside
(Woah)
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
(Woah)
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
(Woah)
Maybe those who sojourn will own the land
(Woah)
Maybe those who sojourn…
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)