Moses was old, a chill in his bones Falling apart, he knew in his heart that his time had come As he lay in his tent in the hot desert sands He smiled at how he would never see his promised land He sang, "I could have lived and died An Egyptian prince, could have played safe But in the end journey's brought joys That outweigh the pain" Now Odysseus sat tired and alone He'd always held out against all the doubts he would come home Now he was here, his soul felt estranged His wife and his dog, his son and his gods, everything changed He sang, "I could have stayed and ruled As an Ithacan prince, could've played safe But in the end journey's brought joys That outweigh the pain" Now Balthazar rode for seven long years Eastwards and far, he followed his star and it brought him here To a stable in ruins in some backwater town To a virgin defiled, no king but a child, too small for a crown He sang, "I could have lived with my Gods As a Persian prince, I could've played safe But in the end journey's brought joys That outweigh the pain" Paupers and kings, princes and thieves Singers of songs, righters of wrongs, be what you believe Saddle your horse, shoulder your load Burst at the seams, be what you dream and then take to the road