[Verse 1] Twenty tall shadows Walking in a line Sun like a hammer On our backs On our minds Sand in our lashes Sand on our tongues Feet wrapped in rags But the night’s still young (oh) [Chorus] Caravan party Out in the heat Sand in our faces Fire in the beat Off of the roadway Off of the grid Dance on the dunes for the things that we did Caravan party Wild and awake We carry our troubles like salt on our skin Come to the fire Follow the wind This is where strangers turn into kin [Verse 2] Gypsies roll up Paint on their hands Skirts catching colors That don’t belong to one land Old Afghan singer Starts up a chant Chinese drifters laughing Like they know what we can’t [Chorus] Caravan party Out in the heat Sand in our faces Fire in the beat Off of the roadway Off of the grid Dance on the dunes for the things that we did Caravan party Wild and awake We carry our troubles like salt on our skin Come to the fire Follow the wind This is where strangers turn into kin [Bridge] Long pipes passing Circle to circle Stories go crooked Then suddenly truthful Sweet smoke curling Up to the dark We lose our names Keep only our hearts [Chorus] Caravan party Out in the heat Sand in our faces Fire in the beat Off of the roadway Off of the grid Dance on the dunes for the things that we did Caravan party Wild and awake We carry our troubles like salt on our skin Come to the fire Follow the wind This is where strangers turn into kin
