The Name of a Prophet

You want to walk on water, you say
It's not so easy as it seems,
Believe me, my friend
These kind of things don't happen anymore

The desert is vast
But the, but the mind is small
In times where black is gold
Bread and water are hard to get

My name is that of a prophet
But
But I'm just someone without a home
Oh yeah
I'm a happy man
But I am too young for a change
And I'm too old for something new
The ocean is lucky, my friend
And has never seen the face of time
The face of time
The face of time
Oh, oh,
The face of time
Time, time, yeah

I'm just a boy without a home
Without a home
My name is that of a prophet
But I'm just someone without a home
Without
Without a home
A home
A home
Without a home



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Zur Nieden
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