I take a step into a land with no foundations,
Wondering who else has ventured to step here
Making something solid for the rest of our expeditions.

Was it a young child, born to be a leader?
Trumping out in rubber rain boots, cementing the ground as
She takes a step into a land with no foundations.

Maybe the bare feet of an old man briefly fit here
Working the clay for these voices uttered from our throats
Making something solid for the rest of our expeditions.

Perhaps it was just the girl with no name
The one who swore to be something good for people like her
As she takes a step into a land with no foundations.

What if its absolutely no one, not a single soul?
Not one person has gone in this exact place
Making something solid for the rest of our expeditions

So its possible that I’m the first to solidify this ground
Maybe I’m the one to create a path as
I take a step into a land with no foundations
Making something solid for the rest of our expeditions.