A third to half our lives spent searching
Pillar and post, we made our own
Ran the gauntlet, made it out
To realise it wasn't just for ourselves
We were cartographers
We were explorers
Finding pathways, stumbling, leaping
Learning the ways to tell you when you come
We'll carry you as long as you need
Show you dreams and play you songs
What you make of what we made
You'll find out in the end nothing's right or wrong