It’s a long ride homeBut with nowhere to goTime is irrelevantAll land is unknownEverywhere is homeEverywhere I’m aloneThe world’s a mysteryAnd people are coldI keep riding on, thoughHome must exist somewherePerhaps buried belowRegardless, I go thereIt’s a long ride homeI spent my life runningAway from any loveBut tell love I’m coming

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