I'm waiting in my cold room when the cell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past finds and I don't have much time.
'Cause at 5 o'clock the website has let me know. The sands of time for me are running low.
When the email comes to read me the cache page, I take a look through the window and I wage.
If this will be a first to find for me!
Can it be that there's some sort of an error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror,
Is it really a new post, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not easy to stop from screaming.
But words escape me when I try to speak!
Tears they flow but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of trying!
Don't I believe that there is an ammo can beyond the bend?
As I march out to my vehicle, Someone calls "Good luck to you!"
If there's a cache there then I must go!
As I walk down the Florida Trail now,
And though the end is near I'm guessing how
It will be hidden and how much I'll have to stray.
The container must be there if hasn't floated away!
Mark my words believe me I'll find it.
Don't worry now that I'm crossing the creek.
I've gone beyond and through the palms to seek!
When you know that your time is close at hand, Maybe then you'll begin to understand.
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Howell be Thy name!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Howell be Thy name!