Wobblin thru the Flow
Double drop d tune
Simple walk
Grey haze, a dozen planes
Schlepping bags from gate to gate
Broken Buses, Rocky Roads
Diesel Fumes and more danger looms
It’s a small price to pay to live the visions of the world
Cuz were, wobbling thru the flow
Wobbling thru the flow
Don’t know where were headed,
Just surrender where to go
Cuz when the foreign dust has settled
And were working our way home
All the magic of the journey
Sews deeply in our soul
One more pristine valley, Himalayan mountain tops
Dangling bridges, deadly drops
Local gawkers at every dhal bhat stop
For the wander lusted dreamer, there is no other way
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Foreign sky frames a brand new set of stars
Tibbetan temples, Buddhist monks
all the children have open hearts
when we finally see each other, the flow will carry us all home.
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