Wanderer's Moon

The dirt road curls A ribbon of dust Under a sky that's a canvas of rust I hear the whispers Old trees sigh A language of roots A world gone by Wanderer's moon High and pale Lighting the path The worn-out trail Round and round It calls my name Wanderer's moon Never the same Feet bare on stone The cold bites deep The kind of cold you don't dare to keep Shadows dance The fire won't stay Night eats the edges of another day Wanderer's moon High and pale Lighting the path The worn-out trail Round and round It calls my name Wanderer's moon Never the same