Spirit-moves-through-all-things Letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth Science fails to recognize the single most Potent element of human existence Making two

The final countdown It's the final countdown It's the final count down (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back To earth, who can tell?

Spirit-moves-through-all-things Letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth Science fails to recognize the single most Potent element of human existence Making two

Think I'm from space I found the earth Not leaving now I know your face Think you fell too Space soul fell down And ain't no place now, if I got you

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

I'm sitting by a lake But it's not of this earth The water is so clear And the birds are alive A mirror for the sky They see themselves And fly away The universe is alive I lay down by the river-flow

Going back to (find myself) (Find myself) Going back to, going back Zippin' up my boots Goin' back to my roots To the place of my birth Back down to earth Not talkin' about the roots in land I'm talking 'bout the roots in men

Sent to kill, to watch no man's land Snipers are moving unseen Fight for land, to lose it again Shrapnel is filling the air Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever