We got no tribe,
Onward we ride,
We fall we rise
Ahead of our times,
Lift our heads
Hold them up high
Inspire mankind?
Even man-unkind?

We got organs,
No guitars,
Our eggs we carry far-
Baskets on the side,
Not talking about the ones inside

We are a tribe
Each roadbump
That we climb
In our hearts
Soaring high
No one can deny,
Follow on,
keep moving on,
Soar high
Living life,
In hindsight?