John Foltz: listen

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It's hard to look at what you want in life and actually go after it. At least, I thought so at the time. The same still holds true, I suppose, to some degree or another. I wrote this the first time I was hell-bent on making my living through music. It is a study in the uncertainty of making a decision and pressing onward in the face of adversity to that decision.

Sitting on this mountain, growing old
My feet are tired, my soul is indigo
A servant with a view, a vagabond in chains
Wandering, but the scenery never changes

Am I a fool or only a trusting soul?
What difference is there if I can’t get back home?
Well, you win and then you lose, yet it has to make you laugh
That freedom is only what you’ll give up to have it

We’ve been given grand illusions
But it always goes unsaid
That you find yourself and wish that you were home again
If this mountain was the answer
Was the question ever clear?
When it’s only meant to keep me right here

In the silence I walk slow
And I await the hour I’ll know
If Indigo’s behind me next year