From the recording The Black Monk
Lyrics
Follow Me
I never lost time missing you,
Never lost my way, never found a place to stay
I always held my fever close
I’d stay warm enough when the clouds moved in the way
Further along the road I see my self
I’m waving back at me
Sometimes I’m not sure who’s calling
Follow me
I’ve had enough of those long black parades
They might fill the streets, I can walk the other way
I’d had my fill of your podium fare
I won’t fall on my knees or feed off those things that you say
Further along the road I see my self
I’m waving back at me
Sometimes I’m not sure who’s calling
Follow me