Chaco Road

Too long in the wilderness, did the planet shift again?

Holed up in the ruins, it's a bitter wind

Dark falls on these broken walls of crumbling stone

in this place where all that was is gone

Half moon on the Chaco road and I can hear it in the wind

A ceremony from somewhere back in time

Rising up like cedar smoke from the valley far below

like it did so long ago

I can feel the world spinning round, but maybe that's just me

Is this a burying ground or a sanctuary?

Three ghosts on a sandstone wall by a dried up riverbed

I turned away from the angry cold with a heavy head

Ten thousand years go by in the blink of an eye

but today was so long, so long

Time like an arrow it flies, what choice but to follow

through these obsidian skies to an uncertain tomorrow?

Too long in the wilderness, did the planet shift again?

Holed up in the ruins, it's a bitter wind