Fremont

[Verse 1: Budo] We all get lost And state the purpose for the goal And we grow old Yes we grow old Time stops with that little line drawn in the sand Dividing what we want to see from how it is Lifting up We climb those mountains in our mind We grow tired Yes, we grow tired If our eyes could talk They would tell us to slow down They would tell us to believe in what they see [Hook: Budo] Stare so hard We want we see The Finger as the Moon And we move inside of how it feels to be alive So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide And we settle to how it feels to be alive The Finger and the Moon The Finger and the Moon [Verse 2: Budo] Tracing lines On dusty atlases We find comfort in these rooms we walk before But they're just empty They are just compasses and sign That lead us strong [Hook: Budo] Stare so hard We want, we see The Finger as the Moon And we move inside of how it feels to be alive So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide And we settle to how it feels to be alive The Finger and the Moon The Finger and the Moon