patched up lands, and distant moors
as foreign to me as the tip of a traveler's tongue
from above
signals waved as i
lonely as ever
stopped to wait for you
there might not be many words to explain this, no
but in strange lonely lands
are where you find yourself
whether in rain or hurricanes
photographs and maps
you get lost, and then you know
that you are looking for something
not desired, not wanted, but needed
high above, down below
beneath electric skies
you will realise that this is all
you might ever need
but you will want more
and with signals flashing
my heavy heart returns to you
as steady as the midwestern seas
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