Текст: O.A.R. (Of A Revolution). Whose Chariot.

Towered sunlight,
left alone away the sunrise.
And under these overpasses,
a towering mountain does rise.
Don't cross the river
not over there,
there'll be a mystery revealed,
were meant to share.
And if I am to seek
this place you can see,
whose chariot to follow
so I, can be free?

Towered moonlight,
takes me away every night.
And over these underpasses,
a towering mountain doth rise.
Don't cross the river
not over there,
there'll be a mystery revealed,
were meant to share.
And if I am to seek
this place you can see,
whose chariot to follow
so I, can be free?

Oh no, here we are again.
Oh no, here we are again.

My momma told me,
"don't go 'cross that river,
because you might not make it back,
the beast gonna eat your heart."
She said, "don't go out there,
stay upon your track.
This money has torn my family apart,
and we cannot buy it back."
So of course I built that boat,
and I was half upon my way.
When I got to the other side,
the water came rushing down,
down my way.

Whose chariot? Whose chariot? Whose chariot?
Whose chariot? Whose chariot? Whose chariot?
Whose chariot? Whose chariot? Whose chariot?

Freedom, freedom. Whose chariot?
Freedom, freedom. Whose chariot?
Freedom, I need my freedom. Whose chariot?