From the recording Rise

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All within a thumbprint on the map
Borders made by Europe's outcasts
What would my great great grandfather say
I can't speak one word of Mohawk today

In Toronto I get more hugs
In Montreal I get more kisses
In New York I get crazy, crazy

If I leave here early in the morning
I will be there by the afternoon
If the guards will let me through the border
I will soon be standing next to you

Sometimes I wish the roads would disappear
Let the waterways flow, run with the deer
Silly billy people, we forgot to swim and fly
May all survive these roads and unify