The Ballad Of Brandon & The American Cave Dwellers

The sky was wide and weary, electric arrow lightening cracked the land, as the forests were all quiet and the cities they were all made of sand

I wish you could have been there, on the day all music started in the spring, I wish you could have been there to see the endless band of gypsies rolling in

I ate a thousand mountains, I drank a thousand oceans can’t you see

That I walked a thousand planets, I formed a thousand armies, and now I’m free.