Oh my weary traveler upon the fallow ground

All your gazing skyward, your knees are buckled down

Doubt and indecision mapped upon your face

Your chosen soul collision has born you to this place

Singing wake your sacred heart

And open your eyes to who you are

You are home

Oh my weary traveler, there are angels where you walk

They muscle up beside you and speak their angel talk

And the words will come in thunder, the tune like gentle rain

In voices strong and tender, they’re singing out your name

Singing wake your sacred heart

And open your eyes to who you are

You are home

Lift up your eyes, kick off your shoes, upon the fertile ground

Plant your seeds in knowing you were always homeward bound

You are home