The wheels will rattle blindly
A breaking weary grind
Across the windy desert
To see what I will find
And in the frigid dawning
On that lone highway
I see the two old boxcars
In the first light of day
Sliding off into the sand
By the shore of the old salt sea
I numbly set my course away
To where you soon shall be
I sleep from my exhaustion
In a tattered railway seat
Then wake up when the sun is high
And soon we both shall meet
A red car pulls off the road
I see you look for me
Walking slowly across the sand
With your babies three
Your fair and freckled face
With eyes that call my name
You seem so alive and well
And I lift my dusty frame
I'm covered in leather skin
But it's plain that I have changed
The long years, the wind and waves
What's left is rearranged
We meet again as strangers
Guided my the distant stars
I'll take off hood and gloves
To bare my naked scars
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024