Two gold coins sink in the haze.
I walk through a shimmering maze.
My boots kick the salt from the floor.
I don't seek the open door.
Under gravel, under the stone.
A wanderer walking alone.
Twin suns set in a purple sky.
I watch as the daylight goes by.
My holster is heavy and cold.
A story that's already told.
I lean on a rusted steel gate.
I settle and patiently wait.
Under gravel, under the stone.
A wanderer walking alone.
Twin suns set in a purple sky.
I watch as the daylight goes by.
The driveway is jagged and white.
It catches the last bit of light.
I count every pebble I see.
This stillness is humming for me.
Under gravel, under the stone.
A wanderer walking alone.
Twin suns set in a purple sky.
I watch as the daylight goes by.
No map for the road that I tread.
Just copper and silver and red.
The air tastes of ozone and brine.
I'm crossing a shimmering line.
The stars start to blink in the blue.
The evening is coming in view.
I fold up my map in the dark.
The flint gives a singular spark.
Under gravel, under the stone.
A wanderer walking alone.
Twin suns set in a purple sky.
I watch as the daylight goes by.
Under the stone. Walking alone.
Twin suns go low.
Now I must go.
