[male
vocals] (
Deep,
rhythmic
upright
bass
solo
intro
with
soft
jazz
brush
percussion) (
Smooth
piano
chords
building
slowly)
The
shadows
stretch
across
the
boulevard
tonight
I’
m
looking
for
a
truth
that’
s
hidden
from
the
light
They
say
a
man
should
anchor
down
within
a
single
bay
But
the
tide
is
pulling
harder,
taking
me
away
It’
s
not
a
lack
of
honor,
no,
it’
s
not
a
lack
of
grace
But
searching
for
a
beauty
that
I
can’
t
quite
embrace
In
every
silhouette,
I
see
a
story
left
untold
A
hunger
for
the
mystery,
a
story
brave
and
bold.
Oh,
the
heart
of
a
man
is
a
wandering
sea
Chasing
the
horizon,
yearning
to
be
free
It’
s
a
cycle
of
the
spirit,
a
rhythm
in
the
soul
To
love
the
many
colors
that
make
the
world
feel
whole
We
try
to
hold
the
lightning,
we
try
to
catch
the
wind
But
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin
Yeah,
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin.
Don't
call
it
infidelity,
don't
call
it
just
a
game
It's
the
ancient
restlessness
that
has
no
proper
name
Some
find
their
peace
in
shadows,
some
find
it
in
the
flame
But
the
man
who
loves
the
galaxy
is
never
quite
the
same
I
see
a
thousand
faces,
I
see
a
thousand
dreams
And
nothing
is
as
simple
as
it
initially
seems
We
pledge
our
hearts
to
one,
but
feel
the
pull
of
ten
That’
s
the
complex
conversation
in
the
world
of
modern
men.
Oh,
the
heart
of
a
man
is
a
wandering
sea
Chasing
the
horizon,
yearning
to
be
free
It’
s
a
cycle
of
the
spirit,
a
rhythm
in
the
soul
To
love
the
many
colors
that
make
the
world
feel
whole
We
try
to
hold
the
lightning,
we
try
to
catch
the
wind
But
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin
Yeah,
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin. (
Instrumentation
swells,
piano
gets
brighter,
bass
holds
a
steady,
deep
pulse)
We
walk
a
tightrope
stretched
between
the
duty
and
the
fire
Caught
between
the
steady
home
and
burning
deep
desire
Is
it
better
to
be
loyal
to
a
cage
we
build
ourselves
Or
let
the
spirit
wander
like
the
books
upon
the
shelves?
The
truth
is
in
the
movement,
the
truth
is
in
the
flight
A
man
is
just
a
traveler
navigating
through
the
night.
Oh,
the
heart
of
a
man
is
a
wandering
sea
Chasing
the
horizon,
yearning
to
be
free
It’
s
a
cycle
of
the
spirit,
a
rhythm
in
the
soul
To
love
the
many
colors
that
make
the
world
feel
whole
We
try
to
hold
the
lightning,
we
try
to
catch
the
wind
But
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin
Yeah,
the
nomad
keeps
on
searching
for
where
the
paths
begin. (
Bass
slows
down
to
a
steady,
deep,
resonant
groove)
Keep
the
dream
alive
Keep
the
heart
wide
open
In
a
world
of
many
We
find
the
one
true
path
of
being
Yeah,
just
a
traveler
In
the
grand
design (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
and
bass
vibration)