It's five below in evidence
The winded eves and sideways snow
His eminence has yet to show
Follow the ageless tide
Follow the angled light
Follow the strangest tribe
I... I... I
It's 6 AM. You're waiting for
You've had your feast. You're wanting more
Follow the wayward mile
Follow the distant high
Follow the strangest tribe
I... I... I
Follow the ancient stripe
Follow the angels try
Follow the strangest tribe
I... I... I