here back down a long and straight track i have chose the long road that leads me out to god knows so i can t stop right now even the good stars can fall from grace and falter lose their faith and slide but i can t get an ocean that s deep enough for my day it s the first of the ascension it s a sad way we ve flown after the storm and her last words were i was only thinking of you in my golden days i was a slave well now it s time for to sound your voice and capture what you re after my ship was sold right up the river but i m not going down here this journey isn t over it s a long way to the house of fitzcarraldo and her last words were i m always thinking of you in my golden days i was a saint even the good stars can fall from grace and falter like lapdogs that stride that mystery and her last words were i ll see you down in history it s the only way that we can go i shall eclipse you  it s a long way to fitzcarraldo i don t want to pray for you in the name of something true