Oliver’s Voyage

Oliver Walker,

with a pen in his hand

Mapping out lines on a dry

piece of land

He saw the horizon,

he knew where to go

Where the quiet and deep-running rivers would flow

Oh, Oliver Walker,

the keeper of names

Writing down histories, quiet as flames

Leaving his mark where the wilderness ends (oooh)

He spent half his lifetime

beneath the cold stars

Counting the miles by the dust on his cars

A ledger of shadows,

a drawer full of keys

And a memory carried away on the breeze

Oh, Oliver Walker,

the keeper of names

Writing down histories, quiet as flames

Leaving his mark where the wilderness ends (oooh)

And the roads that he built Keep on winding today

Though his footsteps are gone (hmmmm)

And the ink fades away

Oliver Walker,

the journey is done