Sandy Land

The wheels roll on and on into the older west
Seeking for sleep and you found no rest
Old genetic train is railed to the ground
It keeps your smiles turned down

Dandelion compass and the bible and pin
Seen some seasick sailors since the origin
You may sift your bread you can save your bran
Its hard to make a living on sandy land

The map of human theatre
Its incomplete
Favourite parts are broken hearts and poison
Sweet
Here grins the villain in the smartest car
The hero in the mask of bone
Everyone prompting behind the scenes
For their reasons unknown

The map of human theatre
Its filled with roads
But favourite routes are concrete boots
And overloads