There is an old song Red as red as red A painting that pulls as it dries Spent all of Sunday lost in the woods But purpose is no country you can find Purpose is no country you can find An event lacking nothing Flat as flat as flat A dream between the softness and the wires Stretching the map until it turns into land But purpose is no country you can find Purpose is no country you can find You are revealed You are revealed again You are a constant surprise Longing for roots and a steady hand But purpose is no country you can find Purpose is no country you can find There is an old song Red as red as red Drifting to void on all sides Spent all of Sunday lost in the woods But purpose is no country you can find Purpose is no country you can find