Lyrics:

Here, back, down along And straight, track I have chosen the long road That leads me out to god knows So I can stop right now Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter, lose their faith, and slide But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough For my day is the first of the ascension It's a sad way we've flown after the stars And her last words were 'I was only thinking of you' In my golden, olden days I was a slave Well now it's time for to sound your voice And capture what your after My ship was sold right up the river But I'm not going down here This journey isn't over It's a long way to the house of fitzcarraldo And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you' In my golden, olden days I was a saint Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter Like lapdogs that stride that mystery And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history It's the (long lonely) way that we can grow I shall eclipse you. It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo And I don't want to pray for you In the name of something true