The primal need. The growing thirst. A presence of fear. Who was here first? The crying loon. The healing wound Is setting you free. Onward into an unknown wasteland And I follow a sound Will you return and tell me where you came from And then let me go astray. I will return and tell you how I lost you. When the night lights lead the way The bending light. The moving shade. Cover the fire You're falling thru The present Wild. The living lake. Setting us free Find that soul thats been devoured by your own mind Will you return and tell me where you came from And then let me go astray. I will return and tell you how I lost you. When the night lights lead the way There's a sound that is getting deep inside of me There's a pulse inside the wind that finds me