Winter’s dark – Longer than Summer’s night
Crazy about all of Winter’s dark, as it’s longer than Summer’s night
Out here on an empty road, heading to cross where those sandhills rise
Through a silence that is never empty, following just ones own lights
On a track at a far way North, to where those clacking sounds clutter
Beneath an Indian-Pacific’s long ride, railed out making to a far east
Moving in tonight’s opposite directions, not chasing a sun out here to stay
Rather to be in amongst Winter’s dark, as it’s longer than Summer’s night.