- A lost bandit pulls his horse to a stop, looks to the dark night sky and waits for his pursuers to arrive -
The dust cloud that stifles all sound.
The hooves of his horse, the wind how it roars!
This is time to keep moving, no time to feel old,
Just push through the cold desert night
The wind howls and oh! how it roars!
They are not far behind;
How they'll hunt down an outlaw.
He's in between worlds, the ghost of a man,
The fresh rain on sand.
The silent storms that pour their rain through canyons
and cut through stone.
The cactus towers that hide their flowers till dawn
- they’re all alone.
Have you ever smelt the desert rain overhead in clouds?
Or wondered why the desert heat plays those tricks on your mind?
from Digital Scars,
released October 14, 2012
Words and Music by Matt Monaghan