Endless Road - Ride

The fiery sun burns, from morning to evening

Across this stony plain, where nothing grows

Huge clouds of dust, are thrown up by the scorching wind

Why do we travel on this endless road?

Deaf and blinded, he comes to a river

Senses blocked by the dust and the night

Something is calling, he sleepwalks without falling

Sixth sense stops him, in the shadowless light

I don’t remember, I don’t remember

Help me to remember

One night by the fire, somebody is talking

His voice is so happy, it almost sings

Like a vision, somehow he remembers

Takes the road back to forests and springs