The Thirsty Road

She walked along a dusty road,
Beneath a burning golden sky,
And every blade of grass she passed
Was whispering its secret cry. The earth was hot, the day was long,
The sun had drained their emerald souls,
It dried their dreams, it stole their strength,
It baked their thoughts into the road. [Pre-Chorus] And in her temples, voices cried,
A thousand tiny voices: “Oh, let the night come soon…”
“Let stars unfold their silver veil…”
“Let morning leave us drops of dew…” [Chorus] “Everyone is thinking this!”
The girl whispered through her thirsty lips.
“Everyone is dreaming of the night,
Of coolness falling from the sky. Love can wait when thirst is near…
Even love becomes unclear.
Oh, love, my love, what can you do?
Thirst is taking even you…” [Verse 2] The sun looked down and heard her words,
Then slowly smiled across the blue.
It pulled a pillow made of clouds
Across its face, as lovers do. “All right,” it whispered, warm and low,
With golden lips of fading light.
“You asked the sky for just one thing… [Pre-Chorus — building] So take it.” And the golden fingers reached
Into the soft and trembling cloud,
They pulled apart its silver heart— [Chorus — rain begins] And rain came falling from the sky,
Upon the girl, upon the grass.
It kissed her clothes, it touched the earth,
And washed the burning day away. “Oh, ah, oh, ah…” the grasses sighed,
Their tiny voices filled the air: “What bliss… what sweetness…”
“What love is this?” [Bridge — dreamy, Eastern atmosphere] The stones grew cool.
The leaves grew bright.
The dusty road began to sing. And every drop became a star
That danced upon a thousand green things. The girl just stood beneath the rain,
Her thirsty heart no longer cried. And somewhere underneath the earth,
The roots were drinking deep inside. [Final Chorus — ecstatic, mystical] “Ah, ah, ah…” the grasses sighed,
Their voices rising with the rain: “What bliss! What heaven!
What love has come again!” The sun hid softly in its cloud,
The moon was waiting for the night… And every thirsty blade of grass
Was whispering: “Oh, love… oh, love…
How sweet is life.” [Outro — whispered] She could hear the thoughts of everything. But that night… Even the silence
was in love. [Verse 1] She walked along a dusty road,
Beneath a burning golden sky,
And every blade of grass she passed
Was whispering its secret cry. The earth was hot, the day was long,
The sun had drained their emerald souls,
It dried their dreams, it stole their strength,
It baked their thoughts into the road. [Pre-Chorus] And in her temples, voices cried,
A thousand tiny voices: “Oh, let the night come soon…”
“Let stars unfold their silver veil…”
“Let morning leave us drops of dew…” [Chorus] “Everyone is thinking this!”
The girl whispered through her thirsty lips.
“Everyone is dreaming of the night,
Of coolness falling from the sky. Love can wait when thirst is near…
Even love becomes unclear.
Oh, love, my love, what can you do?
Thirst is taking even you…” [Verse 2] The sun looked down and heard her words,
Then slowly smiled across the blue.
It pulled a pillow made of clouds
Across its face, as lovers do. “All right,” it whispered, warm and low,
With golden lips of fading light.
“You asked the sky for just one thing… [Pre-Chorus — building] So take it.” And the golden fingers reached
Into the soft and trembling cloud,
They pulled apart its silver heart— [Chorus — rain begins] And rain came falling from the sky,
Upon the girl, upon the grass.
It kissed her clothes, it touched the earth,
And washed the burning day away. “Oh, ah, oh, ah…” the grasses sighed,
Their tiny voices filled the air: “What bliss… what sweetness…”
“What love is this?” [Bridge — dreamy, Eastern atmosphere] The stones grew cool.
The leaves grew bright.
The dusty road began to sing. And every drop became a star
That danced upon a thousand green things. The girl just stood beneath the rain,
Her thirsty heart no longer cried. And somewhere underneath the earth,
The roots were drinking deep inside. [Final Chorus — ecstatic, mystical] “Ah, ah, ah…” the grasses sighed,
Their voices rising with the rain: “What bliss! What heaven!
What love has come again!” The sun hid softly in its cloud,
The moon was waiting for the night… And every thirsty blade of grass
Was whispering: “Oh, love… oh, love…
How sweet is life.” [Outro — whispered] She could hear the thoughts of everything. But that night… Even the silence
was in love.