The Roadrunner

The landscape is barren, the sky is solid white

And the colors of my memory are dull by let-in light

And the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root

Migratory birds on flight to southern lands

Escaping through mirages are swallowed by the sand

And the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root

To the north lies country unexplored and deep

There sleeps the mountain king by the garden that he keeps

But the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root

My mind, it wanders north to the country unexplored

And i cannot remember if I've ever dreamed before

And the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root

Upon the river landing, where once lived the ferryman

Deserted shade of mountains at the edge of wasted land

Where the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root

I crossed the river wide, I leave the boat upon the shore

And I wander in the garden for two lifetimes or more

But the roadrunner runs across the barren ground

Beneath the desert trees are jagged rocks

No sound of the water in the stillness does he touch

The stone yields no path for the root