CaravanThe Alchemist

[Verse 1] Two hundred souls, four hundred beasts, moving toward the east Beneath the sun, a silent march, the greatest and the least. Dust and silence, sun and sand, a solitary feast... For the eyes that learn to see, the language of the track Every dune a whispered word, there is no turning back. The Englishman reads ancient scrolls, lost in his own quest While I watch the shifting sands, putting faith to the test. I learn to know my camel's gait, the rhythm slow and deep The desert teaches patience, secrets it does keep. [Chorus] Caravan crossing, under watchful stars so bright Soul of the desert speaks, in the day and in the night Maktub, the driver sighs, "Live only in the now" Each step a prayer, a destiny, we somehow must allow. [Verse 2] We meet another caravan, trade goods beneath the moon Exchange the news of windstorms, coming late or soon. Whispers of war, ride on the wind, a tension starts to grow Hooded riders watch us pass, Bedouins, to and fro. No fires lit against the cold, we huddle close in fear A camel's groan, a sudden fright, danger drawing near. But the camel driver smiles, says "Worry not my friend, Allah writes our story, right until the very end." [Bridge] "Fear not the losing," is his creed, "what's written will remain" Our lives connected, hand-in-hand, our histories the same. "Fear evaporates," he says, "when we can understand" Our life stories written, by that single, guiding Hand. The desert tests, it makes you small, beneath its endless grace Learning intuition's call, in this sacred, silent space. [Chorus] Caravan crossing, under watchful stars so bright Soul of the desert speaks, in the day and in the night Maktub, the driver sighs, "Live only in the now" Each step a prayer, a destiny, we somehow must allow. [Outro] Maktub... Maktub...