[Verse] Boots sinking in the golden waves A horizon burns where the sun behaves His shadow's long but his story's short [Chorus] Through the dunes he roams alone No flag to claim no place called home The wandering sands whisper his name [Verse 2] A canteen dry and a mapless trail Wind-carved ridges and the desert’s wail He speaks to stars they don’t reply [Prechorus] No compass guides Just shifting tides [Chorus] Through the dunes he roams alone No flag to claim no place called home The wandering sands whisper his name [Bridge] A mirage of faces a fleeting cry Hope turns to dust beneath the sky What’s left to find when all is lost
