Legends tell of a hominid who stalks the woods unseen
He's a big ol' man with some big ol' hands that could tear down evergreens
Every creature large and small seeks shelter at his howl
And judging by the tracks he leaves, he's always on the prowl
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Woo
Let's go
"Goodnight" to the guy with the flashlight, shinin' and flashin' it outta that campsite
Seein' those eyes, seein' that fur, seein' that thing come at ya in a blur
And it growls and howls and prowls somehow endowed with screaming shouts
And in the midst o' the mist exists, subsists
This thing, it drifts through the wooded abyss, so pay respect to the cryptozoologist
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Okay
When the shadow's source is found
Will it be all we dreamed from that footprint in the ground
When minds and vagabonds find home
Will the enchantment leave the countryside they roamed
When tides reveal the ocean floor
Will we ever find this sensation anymore
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'
Footprint Video (MV)
Performed By: The Revanchists
Length: 5:01
Written by: Jobe Arnold, John Spurlock, Robert Fowler, Thomas Spurlock, William Strange
The Revanchists - Footprint Lyrics
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Legends tell of a hominid who stalks the woods unseen
He's a big ol' man with some big ol' hands that could tear down evergreens
Every creature large and small seeks shelter at his howl
And judging by the tracks he leaves, he's always on the prowl
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Woo
Let's go
"Goodnight" to the guy with the flashlight, shinin' and flashin' it outta that campsite
Seein' those eyes, seein' that fur, seein' that thing come at ya in a blur
And it growls and howls and prowls somehow endowed with screaming shouts
And in the midst o' the mist exists, subsists
This thing, it drifts through the wooded abyss, so pay respect to the cryptozoologist
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Okay
When the shadow's source is found
Will it be all we dreamed from that footprint in the ground
When minds and vagabonds find home
Will the enchantment leave the countryside they roamed
When tides reveal the ocean floor
Will we ever find this sensation anymore
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'
He's a big ol' man with some big ol' hands that could tear down evergreens
Every creature large and small seeks shelter at his howl
And judging by the tracks he leaves, he's always on the prowl
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Woo
Let's go
"Goodnight" to the guy with the flashlight, shinin' and flashin' it outta that campsite
Seein' those eyes, seein' that fur, seein' that thing come at ya in a blur
And it growls and howls and prowls somehow endowed with screaming shouts
And in the midst o' the mist exists, subsists
This thing, it drifts through the wooded abyss, so pay respect to the cryptozoologist
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'. Okay
When the shadow's source is found
Will it be all we dreamed from that footprint in the ground
When minds and vagabonds find home
Will the enchantment leave the countryside they roamed
When tides reveal the ocean floor
Will we ever find this sensation anymore
He's wanderin', ramblin', meanderin' through a sea of green
He's hollerin', clamorin', bellowin'
Writer: Jobe Arnold, John Spurlock, Robert Fowler, Thomas Spurlock, William Strange
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid