[Verse 1]
The sweat cuts rivers in the dust on your face
While the wheels beneath complain
The wind still whistles through the haze
And the sun shines like a razorblade
And the bones of crops and banknotes pave the way

[Verse 2]
The highways are lined with graves
Like the fingernails of giants
Like blood pulled through a vein
We rush the west in silence
And I am not the one you wanted here
But I will fill my post
Heaven's touch is often out of reach to those who want it most

[Verse 3]
You wear a rose from yesterday
Like the world is green and overgrown
And I wear a handkerchief around my mouth
To keep the dust and ashes out
I dream a glass of water
With you dreaming of the sea
And I'd watch my feet and you would watch the sky
And we would wonder why our eyes no longer meet
[Verse 4]
It was hard to call the thing we saw a storm
Like it had climbed out from the pages of some novel
And the sheets of dust hit everything like waves against the rocks
It was morning but I'd be damned if I could tell
And you would hold my hand and close your eyes
And I didn't mind
When hell bares its teeth you learn your place
And this godforsaken sun could be the moon for all it provides
Eyes are on the road
Before it disappears again