Close at hand
I’m feelin’ that my spirit woke
I don’t know when
Close at hand
I’m feelin’ that my patience broke
Across these sands
Your face has
Seen a lot of road
When nighttime comes
This deserts cold
Tracked you for days
I was dust on your back
A short shadow
From the wisdom
That we can’t turn back
And that we can’t let go
Your face has
Seen a lot of road
When nighttime falls
The deserts cold
Revenge a dirty tree
With roots of rust
All in good time
A blindfold was
Our only map
Left it behind
Your face has
Seen a lot of road
When nighttime falls
The deserts cold