On the trail Looking for a new home
Ground down to the bone
Following the path
wishing for a bath
Our bodies ache
days on the trail
nowhere to bail
we don't give up
until we find a home
I hope we settle soon
then the blossoms will bloom
we are pioneers, proud and strong
pushing the limits since day one
The wind blows hard
our skin as course as rocks
I wish the dirt would stop
we are flowing through the country it will never end
until we find a place in the end
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