The rain cleans hard on German stone, under German stars the wanderer roams:
my name’s Ishmael, a boy among men- a boy’s got time.
I searched hearts and minds in cities lost in fear and imperma
nence- so lost in fear and impermanence, and realized transcendence.
So c’mon inside.
lives at least 1, 000 times, I finally think I know who I am inside:
my name’s Ishmael, a boy among
men- a boy’s got time.
You may sleep but who can dream in these cities so lost in fear and
impermanence 'cos my name’s Ishmael a boy among men- a boy’s got time.
So c’mon inside.