I watched the beam sweep black water flat
Logbook ink dried on my cap
Now dust replaces brine and salt
My boots track a different map
Sun strikes the cliff face red and raw
I ride the edge without a law
Keeper watches from the tower stone
We both navigate the unknown
Mesa line cuts the sky in two
One wheel for me and one for you
Salt in the legs and dust in the throat
We keep the watch while staying afloat
Front tire kisses sandstone rim
Canyon breath swallows the hymn
Chain sings a high tight wire sound
No anchor holds this iron pound
My lamp is out but eyes stay sharp
I read the land just like a harp
Your silhouette stretches long and thin
A map drawn out where you begin
Mesa line cuts the sky in two
One wheel for me and one for you
Salt in the legs and dust in the throat
We keep the watch while staying afloat
Lantern glass is cracked and cold
Stories of the deep unt
