Treadin' on... the sky is blue
The Sun beats down, it burns the ground
and everything that thinks it can just march right thru

Thru the storm... against the norm
A restless form is cast and bored
piercing his span like a fine thrust sword

Headin' on...
Move along... Making No Bones

Shades of salvation 'tween scarce and none
Constant collisions w/the wrath of the Sun
Founding a station but meeting noone
Hopes desperation yielded shotgun... a long time ago

Bearin’ down this life he owns
His stare conceals what his sights reveal
what's so far known... Making No Bones