I climbed mountains
I dived seas
I drank from fountains
I felt the breeze

I crawled trough the desert
On my hands and knees
And became good old friends
With the deep cold pinetrees

I stumbled
I stood
I wondered
I looked

I wandered through the foggy valleys
I tried to understand
What I was exploring
Without even seeing my hands

Time is flowing Days
are flying
Live is going its way
We are trying

Maybe Love is no Home
Like a house, perfect planned
Maybe it is like a tent
You build it up again and again

And again and again