REI SAYS:
A lover's quarrel led to goodbyes
A quick end to a song with no sweet reprise
Now abandoned and stranded in a dry world of dust
Alone, I'm the lonely one I can trust
Through an air made of flames I trot with reluctance
As my lover and clothes quickly emerge past tense
A new path I desire, a road to be ridden
From atop sun-warmed rocks I am no longer hidden
A roar of an engine so sweet in the distance
A thumb thrust to the sky without any resistance