Ambrosia

(puerta - pack - north - drummond)
Someone talks about a road
At the end find lifes gold
I went out to get a drink of water
But I saw an ocean far away
I thought of how much beyond awaits me
Foolishly I turned my head the other way
Do you like where youre livin at?
Im not happy inside
You could build a golden house
Yeah but still Im sad inside
I set out on a long and lonely journey
And travelled through some strange and distant lands