on bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup, i ask silently
all my destinations will accept the one that's me
circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
don't come closer or i'll have to go
holding me like gravity are places that pull
if ever there was someone to keep me at home
everyone i come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering, but i'm never what they thought
i've got my indignation, but i'm pure in all my thoughts
wind in my hair, i feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night i hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
leave it to me as i find a way to be
consider me a satellite, forever orbiting