I’ll wait for you old friend
It’s been so long again.
And as we travel on,
So, I’m told, it won’t be long.
But know this brother
Soon we’ll be back home.

I’ll carry you once more
As we roll along this dusty floor.
I’ll see you safely there,
For I know, your dreams are near.
But know this brother
Soon we’ll be back home.

As we see the shore
This year’s been hard, but there’ll be more.
I see the light of dawn
And as we march it matters not.
But know this brother
Soon we’ll be back home.

I wouldn’t mind dancing like we own the place,
Running from another race.
But you, wouldn’t see, prancing like you own the place.
Trying to fake a friendly face.
And I’m free,
singing for today
Singing all the same
I’m not yet far away.
But could it be I’m free?
Singing for today?
Singing all the same
I’m heading far away.

So, it wouldn’t dry. Find the time another day.
Fill the hole another way.
They’re asking how will it work?
Finally slip away again.
Trying to find my way again.
And I’m free…
Don’t follow me anywhere
Don’t say “how will I find my way back home?” today.
Nobody really knows me anyway
Don’t want to stay so I’m on my way from home, I’m far away.

Wake up and see a brand-new day
And wave my old life away
The sun now shines where there was dark
I see new hope, a little spark.

Lo and behold, another year
This time I feel nothing to fear
I set my sights out from the shore.

It feels like starting over
I get a little bit closer
To another adventure
I feel a change in the weather.

Wake up and see a new blue sky
Brush off all fear and any lies
The grass now grows never like before.

Have you ever heard
Of another faithful preacher
Telling all to adhere, cos they’re living the wrong way?
Were you told not to trust
Those with different skin to us
By some self-obsessed opinionist?
Well this is what I’d say.

It’s not the time or the place for what you’re saying
It’s not the day or the year.
Don’t bring your ugly thinking here.
Just stop the hurt that you’re hissing
And all the filth that you’re insisting.
It’s not the time or the place for what you’re preaching.

Do you ever feel
Love with conditions just isn’t real?
Have your friends been told that they pray to the wrong king?
Has it been said that you’re not trusted?
That your life don’t cut the mustard?
Well my friends, let’s stand together
Oh, and this is what we’ll sing.