Nothing to be gained but new land
Seven hours, easily more than I could stand
A journey across
A province that's lost
Its history left on the sand

Awake in a desolate place
With memories left to erase
New ones I am seeking
Without retreating
To a concrete city of mace

Perhaps I have been here before
Maybe in dreams, maybe in lore
A fleeting romance
And a ticket by chance
So my feet will land back on the shore