I traveled, 'Til each road met the end of the earth,
With nowhere else to go, I looked back in amazement,
When I finally realized how far that I had actually gone,
I was still standing in the same place that I started.
I walked on and stared into the golden sun,
I was blinded but enamored by its beauty.
And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood,
At least that's what you saw,
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning,
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me, it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.
The Ataris - Begin Again From The Beginning
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