The coastline was on our minds,Rock meeting water, sand represent time.I saw a man by the ocean,He was weathered like a fire burned through him,Old hunger there.Past all the grasses and into dark,We saw cabins on the roadside,Maybe a dead writerâs house,Climbing up and down these walls,We descended into bays stocked full of fog.And which would be the one to remember,As the best parts of these endeavoursâ¦We have to get our horse to stable,And saddle her so she is able,Been riding through the desert and canyons,Weâve seen destruction brought on by delusion