Traveling Song.

Lord, I'm such a long way from home.

And I don't know if they'll remember me.

I know I've been gone too long,

but my wandering heart won't let me be.

Lord there's a devil on my tail,

and I don't think he'll just cut me loose.

In this quest I must not fail,

but it's hard to win when you search for truth.

Cadence provided by the Indonesian Working Song, which I didn't understand, but was incredibly compelled by, and heard throughout my time there. Words the consequence of being on the road, on my own, for an extended period.