Wasteland Companions

Hold on
A vision of the rising sun
Perched up on your shoulder
Like you’re carrying a boulder

Up the hill
For a panoramic view
But it was no longer familiar
From the fires of the old year

We hold out
And race against the setting sun
As the pathway grows much darker
But the stars will point us home where

I love how you
Will dance around the entire room
To a song that only you hear
As it turns into a new year