And we all still die Yeah we all still die What will you leave behind? Oh we all still die You fall through the trees And you pray with your knees on the ground For the things that you need With your lust and your greed weighing down And you weaken your

It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go But this is still the place, that we all call home West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below Land blessed motherland the place where I was born Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it