Dry and desolate
Salt on the ground of former oceans
And with the slightest breeze, all I am just blows away

And this road is wearing thin
I think I lost what I have been
Between the summit and this valley I stand in
And it s too late to retreat
I doused the bridge with kerosene
Lit a match, turned my back and fled from all the heat

Now I wish I would have been warned
Sometimes summer can last too long
I am so far away; this is not the place I want to stay
I m lost

So don your hoods and do the dances
Look to the skies for all the answers
It s just a drop but it forms all the rivers

And I m hiding in the shade
The worms are eating what I ve made
Was it one wrong turn that brought me into this place?
Because it s so simple to believe
When only one side can be seen
But what s an image when compared with reality?