Following the clues
On this modern-day quest
A new way of putting our faith to the test
Following my heart to find a part in this epic play of life reset
It's not quite like back in the day
No apparent dragon in need of a good
Slay
It's time we lay our notions aside
The lie: an economy built on slavery
The journey: to set each other and ourselves free
I recognize it starts with me
I can't just walk on concrete
To reach the mountain cave
I've learned dragons are my allies
And all my friends are witches
And ending oppression is an inside job
Rainbows rarely end on flat ground
Or start without a storm
So I climb, swim, fly to seek my pot of gold
Which is not green, and once found, can never be sold
Following the clues, on this modern-day quest, is a new way of listening
A different kind of treasured chest awaiting
The map, is not always tattered yellow paper
Sometimes it's a specter of sacred geometry, or a diagram of our diaphragms
How to breathe through our bodies
How to heal with our hands
The little birdie still tells us where to go, how to flow
But now they're 5 foot 4, in platform boots and day-glow fur
And the guardian of the threshold is checking ID's
And the dragons we can see, are painted on our tapestries or tattooed on our bodies
But still
But still
We are in the magic land
And we must know, when to wield our swords, when to sweep our salves, when to humble ourselves in the holy places
We must understand the measure
We are the treasure we seek
If we are ever going to find it
Ask why it was hidden in the first place
This race with a new pace
Can only lead us away from or back to home
And our folly as we hide from
Or chase
What could only ever be inside us
Following
Following
Following...
It's the quest that defines us
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Following the clues
On this modern-day quest
A new way of putting our faith to the test
Following my heart to find a part in this epic play of life reset
It's not quite like back in the day
No apparent dragon in need of a good
Slay
It's time we lay our notions aside
The lie: an economy built on slavery
The journey: to set each other and ourselves free
I recognize it starts with me
I can't just walk on concrete
To reach the mountain cave
I've learned dragons are my allies
And all my friends are witches
And ending oppression is an inside job
Rainbows rarely end on flat ground
Or start without a storm
So I climb, swim, fly to seek my pot of gold
Which is not green, and once found, can never be sold
Following the clues, on this modern-day quest, is a new way of listening
A different kind of treasured chest awaiting
The map, is not always tattered yellow paper
Sometimes it's a specter of sacred geometry, or a diagram of our diaphragms
How to breathe through our bodies
How to heal with our hands
The little birdie still tells us where to go, how to flow
But now they're 5 foot 4, in platform boots and day-glow fur
And the guardian of the threshold is checking ID's
And the dragons we can see, are painted on our tapestries or tattooed on our bodies
But still
But still
We are in the magic land
And we must know, when to wield our swords, when to sweep our salves, when to humble ourselves in the holy places
We must understand the measure
We are the treasure we seek
If we are ever going to find it
Ask why it was hidden in the first place
This race with a new pace
Can only lead us away from or back to home
And our folly as we hide from
Or chase
What could only ever be inside us
Following
Following
Following...
It's the quest that defines us
On this modern-day quest
A new way of putting our faith to the test
Following my heart to find a part in this epic play of life reset
It's not quite like back in the day
No apparent dragon in need of a good
Slay
It's time we lay our notions aside
The lie: an economy built on slavery
The journey: to set each other and ourselves free
I recognize it starts with me
I can't just walk on concrete
To reach the mountain cave
I've learned dragons are my allies
And all my friends are witches
And ending oppression is an inside job
Rainbows rarely end on flat ground
Or start without a storm
So I climb, swim, fly to seek my pot of gold
Which is not green, and once found, can never be sold
Following the clues, on this modern-day quest, is a new way of listening
A different kind of treasured chest awaiting
The map, is not always tattered yellow paper
Sometimes it's a specter of sacred geometry, or a diagram of our diaphragms
How to breathe through our bodies
How to heal with our hands
The little birdie still tells us where to go, how to flow
But now they're 5 foot 4, in platform boots and day-glow fur
And the guardian of the threshold is checking ID's
And the dragons we can see, are painted on our tapestries or tattooed on our bodies
But still
But still
We are in the magic land
And we must know, when to wield our swords, when to sweep our salves, when to humble ourselves in the holy places
We must understand the measure
We are the treasure we seek
If we are ever going to find it
Ask why it was hidden in the first place
This race with a new pace
Can only lead us away from or back to home
And our folly as we hide from
Or chase
What could only ever be inside us
Following
Following
Following...
It's the quest that defines us
Writer: Niema Lightseed
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid