Another valley road past deep, dark waters
On another bus rolling down endless meandering asphalt
White lines chasing windows – they can never keep up
Because this rolling moss laughs at stones alone left at home
Left to chew on human bones in the danger zone.
No reflections in our eyes tonight, the water too turbulent
Too broken by green broken limbs on crumbling valley walls
Wooden houses teeter on stilts waving in the wind
Waving at the dirty sheep all asleep in the misty morning sun
One more kid on the run trying to write words while twisting
And bending on more rolling wheels with a cleared mind
With new feelings renewed from mountain solitude
The longing for romantic love was trapped within without being able
To begin to realise that the effort had been lost – lost and unable
To cross a breaking bridge swinging over white waters in the conscience
With every breath I draw her closer with every mile I have pushed away
Without being able to say what had to be said, left dead
And buried 6000 feet deep under towering landscapes covered
In jagged rocks slashing at the wanderer’s feet lost in the wilderness.
This love I thought absent had been stored in my fingers, hiding
In the knuckles being bent only so far as the stars could blink
In awe on grey dawns through endless skies that rain nothing
But jazz blue moons.