When we split, I set out
Over a desert landscape
And I started chasing the sun.
Across the widest river,
Leaving your memory on the other side,
Nothing on my mind but to run.
I lost my map.
It was weighing me down,
And I don't need it anyway.
What I need is time
To catch that blazing sun.
So after it, I head west today.
I think I knew the way,
Once upon a time,
Over these wooded mountains.
The dream was so much clearer
Just before I set out after it,
But now all these trees have me surrounded.
The air is cooler now.
My tank is almost empty.
I see the Pacific through the rain,
And it seems the sun has slipped away.
Now I'm as far west as I can go.
Going on means I'll be east again.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
When we split, I set out
Over a desert landscape
And I started chasing the sun.
Across the widest river,
Leaving your memory on the other side,
Nothing on my mind but to run.
I lost my map.
It was weighing me down,
And I don't need it anyway.
What I need is time
To catch that blazing sun.
So after it, I head west today.
I think I knew the way,
Once upon a time,
Over these wooded mountains.
The dream was so much clearer
Just before I set out after it,
But now all these trees have me surrounded.
The air is cooler now.
My tank is almost empty.
I see the Pacific through the rain,
And it seems the sun has slipped away.
Now I'm as far west as I can go.
Going on means I'll be east again.
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