Footprints


we donít run on gasoline

we donít get off that easily

we canít flip from screen to screen

and see what we might like to see


on the back of a tired animal

under the feet of our dreams

caress the skin

and she will give us everything we need


we could just drift up and slip away

maybe lift off to outer space

see you there


there is no defensive team

better trust the keepers of the peace

there are footprints in the stream

we are footsteps from eternity


with the tide turning a hurricane

as everything builds up

to wash away


there are footprints in the stream

we are footsteps from eternity

we donít run on gasoline

we donít get off that easily



Words by David Delmar. ©1999



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