Madhuvan

Always almost there That ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach Grab on a hold each treasure while you go Before they turn to sand, this man is all alone A haze, what a storm, what a maze Which one, which one, which one's the way Lost, lost his trust Now roams the barren dunes Bones continue to rust Up and down, up and down Up and down, up and down Up and down, up and down Up and down, up and down We go Always almost there That ledge is the only thing I ever see One, so hollow from that shadow over me Boundless above, my ancient holds it closed When over, still closer than I ever know Well if I had it all If I had it all What life would leave me satisfied All of this gold All of this gold It don't weigh enough to make this life whole Shelter Something felt for sure Molten beads of his lotus feet Dangle by his belt Pure Pure Pure Bhagavatam, dhruva, madhuvan Deep into the forest he will go No more demon roars, oh That ledge is the only thing I ever see Born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach Grab on ahold of each treasure while you go Before they turn to sand this man is all alone Well if I had it all If I had it all What life would leave me satisfied All of this gold All of this gold It don't weigh enough to make this life whole --- Madhuvan - Goose