A pattern sunrise, swept along the way a sunrise.

And under these overpasses, a towering mountian does rise.

Don't cross the river not over there,

there'll be a mystery revealed,

and I bet you dare.

And if I am to seek this place you can see,

who's chariot to follow

so I, can be free?



At night the stars cry, I gaze upon a lake of backyard,

and under these overpasses, a towering mountian does lie.

Don't cross the river not over there,

there'll be a mystery revealed,

that were meant to share.

so if I am to seek this place you can see,

who's chariot to follow

so I, can be free?



Oh No, here we are again.

Oh No, here we are again.



My momma told me,