Lie beneath the galaxy in a cathedral silence, Stay up till the moon dives behind the beige mountains. Rest on your beast, let the valves take a break, Treat yourself with a feast, its the only time in your fate. Slithering into my sack I rest under the canvas, How peaceful it is far away from all the ruckus.
The monk's prayers bid me with good luck, I'm off riding in the sparse cold desert. I stop with the view of a disputed lake, Miles long the jade blue reflects the golden tops. In refuge at a monastery, fuel is a luxury, I'd give up everything for a piece of this little heaven.