Just as the tall tree stands unmoved by daily passions
Just as the sky's a roof over our heads
Just as we navigate the shoals of those discussions
There's no more rights to wrong we're meeting in our heads
All we ever needed is in this place
I'm rolling back, like a monk that's taken holy vows
I've jumped aboard the here and now I'm back
Like a Boeing safely landed, a vessel that's been stranded I'm back
I found out kinda late I found out kinda slow
No pride in circumstance no feelings did I show
I did some desert time a slowing down the mind
And then I caught a wave to carry me back
All we ever needed is in this place
I'm rolling back, like a choirboy with a l*** for life
A cherry picker reaching ripe, I'm back
Like a kingfish spitting out the hook
I'm coming round for a second look
I'm rolling back
Like an astronaut's moon landing like a swamp that you can stand in
Replete with all my foibles no catastrophe avoided
Like Muhammad Ali's punching bag or Rupert Murdoch's latest swag
A counselor still listening a prisoner forgiven
A farmer praying for some rain blocking existential pain
Like Genghis who was known as Khan a pile up on the autobahn
Like a scientist counting galaxies a mother with more mouths to feed
Like the rainbow serpent on the run the baggy green still chewing gum
The early morning rising sun built to last and born to run
A microsecond's worth of fun I think I heard the starter's gun
I'm back
Just as the sky's a roof over our heads
Just as we navigate the shoals of those discussions
There's no more rights to wrong we're meeting in our heads
All we ever needed is in this place
I'm rolling back, like a monk that's taken holy vows
I've jumped aboard the here and now I'm back
Like a Boeing safely landed, a vessel that's been stranded I'm back
I found out kinda late I found out kinda slow
No pride in circumstance no feelings did I show
I did some desert time a slowing down the mind
And then I caught a wave to carry me back
All we ever needed is in this place
I'm rolling back, like a choirboy with a l*** for life
A cherry picker reaching ripe, I'm back
Like a kingfish spitting out the hook
I'm coming round for a second look
I'm rolling back
Like an astronaut's moon landing like a swamp that you can stand in
Replete with all my foibles no catastrophe avoided
Like Muhammad Ali's punching bag or Rupert Murdoch's latest swag
A counselor still listening a prisoner forgiven
A farmer praying for some rain blocking existential pain
Like Genghis who was known as Khan a pile up on the autobahn
Like a scientist counting galaxies a mother with more mouths to feed
Like the rainbow serpent on the run the baggy green still chewing gum
The early morning rising sun built to last and born to run
A microsecond's worth of fun I think I heard the starter's gun
I'm back