The Unkinder Road - Part 2

Lyrics: The wind plays a trick on my mind It sounds like her laughing in the reeds But there are no reeds in this wasteland Only the dry brush and the white stone I walk with the iron at my side Waiting for a ghost to show the way The morning is a heavy weight to lift Another mile of the same gray dust Her name is a hole in the air (Hole in the air) A silence that rings like a heavy bell (Rings like a bell) I am walking until I am nothing On the unkinder road to the burning end The absence is the loudest sound I know (Loudest sound I know) I taste the salt on my cracked lips I try to believe it is the sea spray But it is just the sweat of the march Under a sky that refuses to break My boots have forgotten the soft earth They only know the bite of the flint I look for a well in the distance But find only more of the shifting sand Her name is a hole in the air (Hole in the air) A silence that rings like a heavy bell (Rings like a bell) I am walking until I am nothing On the unkinder road to the burning end The absence is the loudest sound I know (Loudest sound I know) The sun is a witness with no mercy It burns every map that I ever drew I am forgetting the way back home (Way back home) I am forgetting the color of blue (Color of blue) Where the water flowed (Water flowed) It is a dry creek bed now On this unkinder road (Unkinder road) Leave the ghost behind (Leave it all) Let the desert keep her name (Keep her name) Not for me (Not for me) #FolkRock #SpaceWestern #PsychFolk #Americana