I fell just before,
I don´t know why.
Just couldn´t walk anymore,
Something in my way.
Now my steps are smaller,
A little smaller than before.

So I will go to where the tee-trees turn to wine.
I´ll be just fine,
It takes a believer sometimes.

So I will go to where the tea-trees are,
Climbing over question marks,
Need to straighten some out.
Take them off my shoulder,
Put some space between.

So I will go to where the tea-trees turn to wine
. I´ll be just fine,
It takes a believer sometimes.