*I walked on the moon*
*and saw three times more stars then I could ever behold*

It's dark
it's dark as always every start
because it tends to be at places
where the light has left the heart

the road spreads her stoney wings out before your weary feet
resounding steps through the night on every street

a leather jacket and a switchblade knife
that's all you'll ever have
and all you'll ever need

what you seek, what keeps you on the run
no outsider but you could ever tell
you can't remember how it all has begun
but know you ended up dieing in a living hell

turning every day astray
bound to get somewhere someday
random steps must at some point turn towards the only way

a place
a place of rest
starlit, mooncloven
it's existence shuts the sun out of your eyes
and shades the wind from freezing you

crestfallen contemplating
in a train with destination anywhere
burning out halfway down the road
that leads to somewhere else, somewhere never there

...moonwanderings, the quest hasn't even really started yet...