Lyrics: This is the road that never ends It doesn’t curve it never bends From where we came there is no return Nothing left but ashes in the wind Nothing left but ashes in the wind We walk the line that divides the land It wasn’t drawn it wasn’t planned From this point there is nowhere else to go Nothing moves but flashes in the night Nothing moves but flashes in the night This was a fairground not that long ago A Ferris wheel and a proper show Their journey ended here on this barren top Nothing left but shadows in the rain Nothing left but shadows in the rain And Venus cries in fear and shame As she beholds what we became The fire leaps from ocean to the sea Nothing moves but ghosts along the road Nothing moves but ghosts along the road
Roberts Frosts poem The Road Not Taken comes to mind... Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Lyrics:
This is the road that never ends
It doesn’t curve it never bends
From where we came there is no return
Nothing left but ashes in the wind
Nothing left but ashes in the wind
We walk the line that divides the land
It wasn’t drawn it wasn’t planned
From this point there is nowhere else to go
Nothing moves but flashes in the night
Nothing moves but flashes in the night
This was a fairground not that long ago
A Ferris wheel and a proper show
Their journey ended here on this barren top
Nothing left but shadows in the rain
Nothing left but shadows in the rain
And Venus cries in fear and shame
As she beholds what we became
The fire leaps from ocean to the sea
Nothing moves but ghosts along the road
Nothing moves but ghosts along the road
... such beauty - reminds me of Cormac Mc Carthy's novel 'the road' ...
Obra maestra de Covenant.
Roberts Frosts poem The Road Not Taken comes to mind...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.