Marlboro

Vagabonds will chase this sacred place
And they come go
And I have seen it all before

Languid poetry
Just like this desert road
Takes its toll
And I shall pierce this blood red sky

Trees sway with the breeze
Their leave will form a valley
Over many years
The sun is just a star to dry our tears...

And I can even see you from far away
Experience the visuals gone astray
As the seconds turn to hours, into days
Into moments in a life span...