Beyond the last town
Just past the lost hills
Over the scorched earth
And through that wandering ravine
I’ll meet you on the seashore
Where we laughed once before

Tuesday’s riddle was about the tide
Tuesday’s song: an ebb and a flow
It made me remember
That which I never forget
It reminded me of a rendez-vous
Where all our dust is swept

The skies are icy fire
There’s a chill deep inside
Pounding drums command the soundscape
With many a flash overhead
Tonight’s maneuver warfare
Under this hostile flesh

I saw the strangest thing
On my journey through the storm
When I came upon a people
They were measuring the distance
Between the east and west
It’s them that are insane

Where is the place
The place where I’m not alone
Where is the Holy City
Where I can drop these bones
I’m not here to stay
I’ll meet you on the seashore
Under calm skies again