It's a march of measured moments, we're unsatisfied
We all need the wilderness for body, heart and mind
In our rhythm of earthly life, we tire of the light
Pull the blinds when the day ends, complacency is so divine
To the heart of the big land, we'll cut our way inside
Call it progress and success, we'll suck the blood as we close our eyes
If you think you want it all well 1-2-3-4 won't you line up?
If you want it all
Better bet your life
Got to have it all
This is no surprise
In our rhythm of earthly life, we tire of the light
Pull the blinds when the day ends, complacency is so divine
Alright
Cut our way inside
Its a march of measured moments, we're unsatisfied
We all need the wilderness for body, heart and mind
In our rhythm of earthly life, we tire of the light
Pull the blinds when the day ends, complacency is so divine