Maxime’s Last Journey

(ahhhh) My name is Maxime Wilkes,

and my stomach is tight

A constant heavy rumble all through the night

Every single room is a room I must flee

I'm so tired of this weight inside of me

I pack my single suitcase I look up to the sky

No more hiding my face (ohhh)

No more asking why

So I am packing my bags and I'm moving away

To the warm desert winds

where the olive trees sway

Maybe in Israel my spirit can rest

With no more of this burden locked in my chest

Leaving the cold streets,

the whispers, the shame

Under Middle Eastern suns,

I'll forget my own name

Maxime is starting over,

beneath the ancient dome

Searching for a quiet place to finally call home

Just want to be

free... (mmm-mmm)