Fremont

[Verse 1: Budo]
We all get lost
And state the purpose for the goal
And we grow old
Yes we grow old
Time stops with that little line drawn in the sand
Dividing what we want to see from how it is
Lifting up
We climb those mountains in our mind
We grow tired
Yes, we grow tired
If our eyes could talk
They would tell us to slow down
They would tell us to believe in what they see

[Hook: Budo]
Stare so hard
We want we see
The Finger as the Moon
And we move inside of how it feels to be alive
So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide
And we settle to how it feels to be alive
The Finger and the Moon
The Finger and the Moon

[Verse 2: Budo]
Tracing lines
On dusty atlases
We find comfort in these rooms we walk before
But they're just empty
They are just compasses and sign
That lead us strong

[Hook: Budo]
Stare so hard
We want, we see
The Finger as the Moon
And we move inside of how it feels to be alive
So rest your hand and let the moon be your guide
And we settle to how it feels to be alive
The Finger and the Moon
The Finger and the Moon