Walking Bones
Them walking bones are gonna find their way home
Them walking bones are gonna find their way home
And all the faces are so clean
As they all turn into machines
Like all the things that I have seen
In all the books and magazines
And in your spirit I will see
A strength that noone else can be
Just like a mountain by the sea
That simply towers over me
They will return just like a dream
Back from the places they have been
These bones will break and they will leave
A soul that lives on so serene