Lyrics: Christmas Fuller Project. Pop Philosophy.

If I were a wise man standing in circles on a white submarine, oh all the places we'd go. And if I saw the world through colors on a canvas and a song in the wind, oh all the places we'd go.

We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.

If I were a thief with a cherry tree in hand and priest by my side, there'd be nowhere left to hide. And if I were a strong man with hands to move mountains there'd be no need for faith, I'd go where I wanted to go.

We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.

But I am just a poor man waiting for a kingdom that is already here, a king that draws near to me. What's behind is what's ahead; the land of the living dead is the place that we long for, the place we long to go.

We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go.

We'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go and we'll go

(Thanks to Cameron for these lyrics)