Текст песни Washington - Walking Man

when the morning have fell to day comes
a man on the move under the present moon
his days and the bloom and dark hair past
oh but he was a walking man, across the land
he crawled
and on his way to save his soul
found his will to break the bow
the bow to the cave
with hope in his veins and the sun upon his face
the sharks of a life he once stood by
ooh was all that was left of an age of the spell
and tough - but he was a walking man, across the sand
he rode
until this day he marched upon
land he once could own but run from - run from...