Lazarous thinks in a field of wheat,
"Hide in the shadow, escape from the heat,
Harvest the flour, & gather the bread,"
Lazarous prays by the side of his bed.

Lazarous travels the country alone,
"All that I have & all that I own,
Give it away, & follow the sign.
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine."

How can I find my direction?
How will I know where to start?
The obvious answer is hidden.
Follow the feeling, follow the feeling,
Follow the feeling in your heart

Lazarous stands at the edge of the sea
The moon & the sand have buried his feet
Riding the mist & playing the wave
Watching the sun as it grows in the bay
Watching the sun as it grows in the bay
Watching the sun