Buffalo - Mercies

Soles to the earth, feeling cold on our feet

As hills ahead scatter magnolia leaves

Drawn to the forest, but held to the coast

Searching for somewhere to settle and post

Up for a while we’ll rest all our bones

This house is a shelter, it isn’t a home

Oh…

What if we roam?

Wandering the void of our name

Gathering stones

To carefully assemble one day

Travel the emptiness left by the ebb

Peace with the marks that were left from my steps

Oh…

What if we roam?

Wandering the void of our name

Gathering stones

To carefully assemble one day

What if we roam?

Wandering the void of our name

Gathering stones

To carefully assemble one day