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Songs of the Mongoose Tribe - 2. Navigator - Demons Of The Crossroads
This song is dedicated to our friend, Silas Drake.
Verse 1:
Cold winter’s night, the sun was fallen
God knows it wasn’t easy
Must’ve been some fight, to bring him callin’
To the lonely road out of town.
His lady at his side, he took up the fight
They must’ve thought him crazy,
But he hitched a ride, out into the light
The navigator wouldn’t be kept down.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no rest for the wicked,
No home to call his own.
No there’s no rest for the wicked,
He’s out there all alone.
Been to a thousand places
Seen many friendly faces
But there’s no rest for the wicked,
Navigator’s never going home.
Verse 2:
There can be no doubt, the kid’s heart is pure,
You could see it in his eyes,
Something about his eyes made sure
He meant no harm to none.
Whatever it was, that drove him off,
A history of pain and lies,
We know ‘cause that kid was tough,
Navigator will always find the sun.
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no rest for the wicked,
No home to call his own.
No there’s no rest for the wicked,
He’s out there all alone.
Been to a thousand places
Seen many friendly faces
But there’s no rest for the wicked,
Navigator’s never going home.
Bridge:
The Navigator’s always watching
But the signs are adding up.
He’ll find the sun,
He’ll find direction,
He’ll find his way
His way
His way
His way….
Back
Chorus:
‘Cause there’s no rest for the wicked,
No home to call his own.
No there’s no rest for the wicked,
He’s out there all alone.
Been to a thousand places
Seen many friendly faces
But the Navigator’s not wicked,
And the Navigator’s gonna find home.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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