Beyond Vulture Mine Rd

I stand upon the mountain
watching the sun go down...
Ten toads over, a slimy road
leads not to my forever
and the bus can't be found;
so down the road I go
Singing songs
and scuffing lonely shoes.
Wild winds blow in the winter
and rain falls so hard
on the sand it makes puddles.
In soaked shoes I look
at a dark moon, the sky
and a fleet of shooting stars
then wonder if you still love me now .
Some day I hope to share a better sky
with you my love, somehow .