On it's face a whole lifetime of experiences all truly lived A long deep furrow of who wanted to live and talk to the sky A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind – Owl hunting stops the run The heat of a blind summer and I know the smell of dead grass Frost of a snowy winter cold feet that sink but you cannot stop it A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind Owl hunting stops the run Poor dear they seek the bent man but he's not there neither his melody While they dance rising and falling on music A song that kills everything else around A man walks bent forward on the path that leads to home In the night blowing wind Owl hunting stops the run