Bruce Cockburn, "40 Years in the Wilderness"

Forty years in the wilderness getting to know the beasts

Projected and reflected on the greatest and the least

Forty years of days and nights -- angels hovering near

Kept me moving forward though the way was far from clean

And they said

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone

Forty years in the wilderness dancing with the flies

Dazzled by the visions rolling out before my eyes

Angel-made graffiti, demons in disguise

You could trade away your birthright for another day's supplies

Or you could

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone

Rising with the height of land, falling with the crowd

Spirits in the scouring wind called my name out loud

Said you could go to heaven, you could go to hell

You could hang out in between in the place you know so well

Or you could

Take up your load

Run south to the road

Turn to the setting sun

Sun going down

Got to cover some ground

Before everything comes undone

Comes undone