When the moon reflects the light of the sun, I wander. I walk the line of a deadman's path. So I shall, the precious born, divine of my higher self. I walk the line of a deadman's path. I will run, escape the day. I ride the moon, escape. I will ride the cold, escape the day. I will ride the moon, open my eyes and watch the dark, blue, clear sky and sparkling stars, shine on me. I wander those roads again, a deadman's path. Lonely times in a timeless space, pass the place where a come from, walk in circles and walk back home. I walk the line of a deadman's path.