It’s easy to lose yourself in the desert. When you abandon the basics, the building blocks of navigation laid down by generations before–like following the sun, where it rises and sets–then it becomes easy to lose your sense of direction too.
When you’ve lost your sense of direction, along with sense of self, neither way is the wrong way. Illusions take shape. Nothing is as cut-and-dry as it seems–as the hero of this song can most definitely relate.
Anyway it started simply enough, and then grew into something more. It continues to grow, like anything else worth the time and the walk.
This performance at the Viper Room was the first public performance of the song. It didn’t have a name yet. But it does now. So, yeehaw!
this is called ‘Caravan Song’
Music & Lyrics by Ren Michael
I once hear ya say
In God We Trust
We’d find our way
Because we must
There’s no them, no they
There’s only us
Give me your sunshine
Give me your rain
You walking through me baby
You’re calling my name
And you say
Lord this man ain’t the same
Jack be nimble and
Jack be quick
The road’s getting dark
But they call me slick rick
Watch me now
You can take my whole bag of tricks
I’m running
gunnin’
Trying to find my way back home
I’m flying
I’m trying
to find my way back home
Listen to me, sister
Cause I ain’t got long
Tell every miss and mister
I’m looking to belong
I’ll learn their song
Honey, I can right all of my wrongs
I’m flying
I’m trying
to find my way back home
I’m hurtin’
I’m burnin’
With these boots that I’ve got on
Well I’m a cool rocking daddy
Hell, I’ve got two hands
I know this dream, baby
Think I know how this ends
Still I see,
You look like you could use a friend
I’m hurting
I’m burning
With these boots that I’ve got on
I’m cooking, babe
I’m looking
For the side I should be on
Call me migrant
Call me mick
Call me a stranger
Call me a hick
Call me baby
I’ll stand right by your side
Rollin’ and tumbling
speaking your ways
I arrive on the scene
To be thrown in a cage
All I’m saying
I’m searching for the home of the brave
We’re running
We’re gunning
We’re hunting down invisible game
I’m hurting
I’m burning
With these boots that I’ve got on
I’m flying
I’m trying
To find my way back home
I’m cooking, babe
I’m looking
For the side I should be on
We’re playing the invisible game
We’ll find our way
Because we must
I once hear ya say
In God We Trust
There’s no them, no they
There’s only us
I’m singing
I’m bringing
the boots that I’ve got on
Well I’m running
Gunning
Trying to find
my way
back home
I’m hurtin’
I’m burnin’
I’m trying to find
my way back home
I’m flying
I’m trying
Got to find my way back home
Ren Michael 