[Verse 1] “Just gone half one,” Zabulon says, He nudges his hat back, eyes on the road. A transport rolls up beside our booth, Its doors breathe wide in the dust and cold. [Pre-Chorus] The older patrol steps down from the cab, The one who met us at the border last night. He crosses the yard, unhurried, exact, Then swings the booth door open wide. [Chorus] “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” Two short words and the whole world shifts, The road behind us, the choice ahead. “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” I hold my breath as the latch clicks shut, And follow where the old patrol led. [Verse 2] Zabulon gives me a sideways glance, His hat brim low, his mouth set still. The transport idles beside the booth, While the border wind slips over the hill. [Pre-Chorus] No one explains what waits inside, No one asks us to say why we came. The patrol stands clear of the open door, And leaves us only the sound of our names. [Chorus] “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” Two short words and the whole world shifts, The road behind us, the choice ahead. “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” I hold my breath as the latch clicks shut, And follow where the old patrol led. [Bridge] Half one, half one, The minute hangs between us. One step out, one step in, And nothing stays the same. [Final Chorus] “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” The transport waits; the gate swings wide, The road behind us, the choice ahead. “King Wulfgang will meet with you. Come with me.” I take one breath, then cross the line, And follow where the old patrol led. [Outro] “Just gone half one,” Zabulon said. The gate swung wide. We went ahead.
