Racing down from the forests of Arden
Racing down into a mystical night
Racing down across the dark, desert highway
Racing down fantastical youth
I thought I saw a glimmer of summer
I thought I saw a flash of youth
I thought I saw my smiling mother
I thought I saw the sun peaking through
On a lonesome black highway
What can I give you, sacred lady?
For I’m not free
And in your shadows I find reminders of an endless dune.
Let me break or let me die early.
And free me from joining the choir’s endless tune
At the end I fear the cold waking tomb
On the stone is reads ‘Jude’
Soft.
Ren Michael 