3. Ghost of a King

Met a ghost of a king on the road
When I first felt fire burn’n
To my knees to my knees I fell
Met a ghost of a king on the road
Words of fire
He said you are a lonely soul
With a heart of stone
That rakes against your thirsty bones
Such a lonely soul
Said I can show you what can save you
But we need to go

Where no chariot can take you
Where the river meets the sand
There is water there
That can quench your thirsty bones
And make you well 

So I followed the ghost of a king
With every step I tried to see beyond
For a trace of the riverside
But restlessness was my prize
And then we came upon a golden shore
But the voice of fire
Wasn’t coming from a ghost no more
My heart of stone came alive
When my eyes were opened up
And I saw that I had come 

Where no chariot can take you
Where the river meets the sand
There is water there
That can quench your thirsty bones
And make you well 

So I knelt beside the river
And I drank until I drank until I drank until I died
But something in the water
Must have brought me back it brought me back
It brought me back to life

Where no chariot can take you
Where the river meets the sand
There is water there
That can quench your thirsty bones
And make you well