Golden vows are just a dead-end street When he walks take the weight of his bag God of wine keep him warm from the rain Stranger's god save him Golden vows are just a dead-end street There are other seas beyond mine There are other dawns over mine There are other lands over mine There are other folks besides mine While deep within there are many expectations One is to drown one is to be rich He has a dream that deceives his believing All of his aim is just to try to fail There's no more room if you don't set sail He needs to leave with his hands full of nothing He will be king There are other seas beyond mine There are other dawns over mine There are other lands over mine There are other folks besides mine