Into history, back. I see those of us that got the luck and started the haul for home. One look, and we knew we'd got it straight. Those who had gone before had the knowin' and doin' of things beyond our reckonin'. Even beyond our dreamin'.
Time counts and keeps countin'.
And we knows now, finding the trick of what's being and lost ain't no easy ride. But that's our track. We gotta travel it, and there ain't nobody knows where it's gonna lead. Still, in all, every night we does the Tell, so that we 'member who we was, and where we came from. But most of all, we 'members the man who finded us, him that came the salvage.