Dry and desolate   Salt on the ground of former oceans   And with the slightest breeze, all I am just blows away      And this road is wearing thin   I think I lost what I have been   Between the summit and this valley I stand in   And it’s too late to retreat   I doused the bridge with kerosene   Lit a match, turned my back and fled from all the heat      Now I wish I would have been warned   Sometimes summer can last too long   I am so far away; this is not the place I want to stay   I’m lost      So don your hoods and do the dances   Look to the skies for all the answers   It’s just a drop but it forms all the rivers      And I’m hiding in the shade   The worms are eating what I’ve made   Was it one wrong turn that brought me into this place?   Because it’s so simple to believe   When only one side can be seen   But what’s an image when compared with reality?