Gone To Ground

You could walk the marshes and go far, you could be the one to find the star. Sometimes the path is not known maybe the journey we've outgrown And the rose no thorns for you, no pricks to worry about We suppose it's a guessing game, no one really knows I could be floating away, I may not be here today I give the impression that I'm here, I don't know if I'm far or if I'm near No one really knows, what's out there We've all gone to ground, and no one cares. --- Gone to Ground - The Bats