Me and Wylde waltzing down the empty streets Heard the old man whisper in cryptic speech Didn't pay him no mind Still the curse took hold Be you destined to wander To walk and never find rest Be you reaching for greatness Though it's never in your grasp Manifest from the mist Rose the modeled van The keys sat on its mast Took them in our hands As we rode it downwards Came his voice from the cold Be you destined to wander To walk and never find rest Be you reaching for greatness Though it's never in your grasp Be you destined to wander To walk and never find rest Be you reaching for greatness Though it's never in your grasp