Spinning Around

I wanna travel to the end of the world,
Not knowing where to begin,
Not knowing where to end.

I wanna go for the search of my soul
In the High Land, Far Skies or Deepest Hole
And all I can see is a mask of Staring Souls
Hiding beneath blue eyes, skin and bones
Each in its own quest longing for more.

I travel way too far and way too deep
Passing Stones and Wind out there to beat
And all I know is I keep spinning around
Trying to stand my very own ground
And then I say to myself, “May Be…
… I should travel to the end of the world”