Dust on Your Shoes

Verse 1

Pack no heavy baggage for the morning train,

Leave the frantic race where nothing is gained.

They count all the minutes, they run till they fall,

With no time to wonder or listen at all.

I watched an old river flowing away,

Leaving while staying, in soft yesterday.

Man says that time passes, like shadows that roam,

While time simply smiles: it is man who moves on.

Chorus

No one can pocket a sunrise to keep,

No hands hold the sunset when valleys run deep.

The goal of the road is the dust on your shoes,

The wind in your hair and the paths that you choose.

We're all heading home where the quiet bells toll,

So savor the motion, and steady your soul

Today is another sweet turn on the carousel.

Verse 2

I searched in the caves where the cold glaciers freeze,

I questioned the masters beneath ancient trees.

They gave me no answers, they showed me no sign,

Just temple bell echoes that drifted through pines.

For the guru you seek does not hide on the hill,

He breathes in your silence, when thoughts become still.

The grass bends in rhythm whenever gales blow;

Be fragile as blades, and your anger will go.

Chorus

No one can pocket a sunrise to keep,

No hands hold the sunset when valleys run deep.

The goal of the road is the dust on your shoes,

The wind in your hair and the paths that you choose.

We're all heading home where the quiet bells toll,

So savor the motion, and steady your soul

Today is another sweet turn on the carousel.

Bridge

When you look at the map from the edge of the line,

You notice the thread that was there all this time.

Not mapped out by logic, not bought with a wage,

Just wild intuition turning the page.

We were born in the wonder, not bound to arrive,

Just learning the grace of being alive.

Chorus

No one can pocket a sunrise to keep,

No hands hold the sunset when valleys run deep.

The goal of the road is the dust on your shoes,

The wind in your hair and the paths that you choose.

We're all heading home where the quiet bells toll,

So savor the motion, and steady your soul

Today is another sweet turn on the carousel.

Outro

Leave only footprints across the wet stone...

Out in the distance, I felt right at home.

A blade in the wind...

The bells fade away...

And evening has come.