Mountain Man Lonesome Traveler lyrics

Parched progress and nothing else matters but full wasted passion and hiding all your dollar bills. Does the story lie? Mother earth will swallow you. The spirits of the rivers and the wind cross the other side. I am a spy searching for a father land. Under covers born again. Sun in my eyes and I am born again. Slowly spinning past the flow of war turf. Some of them are monsters. Passion won't seek passion through the whale's teeth. Nature will sleep. Bloomers of the late outshine what is broken. The passion is wrong. Free market steals what is left from freedom of the common mouth that is running out. Each power that is planted is a story that is loaded. Each beggar that can barely punch the clock is broke. Partial passion for the land. Its beggars who won't beg, and spirits who won't cheat. I hate to say another word but progress will not go to sleep. Mother nature is queen. Just try to find your peace. Dragging the dream.