The Road Goes On Forever

On the dusty desert plains
a horseman rides alone,
and in the evening redness
this horseman finds a home.

‘I’ve come upon you in the night,
but have you any fare?’
‘Step inside,’ the hermit says,
‘My food and drink I share.’

Before the dawn the hermit dies
In a heap of blood and bone.
A crimson sunrise in the east
As the horseman rides alone.

Thirty nights upon the plains,
His eyes as black as coal,
Charging westward with the wind
As the desert eats his soul.

Another day, another sorrow,
Another death, another morrow.

Hello Charon, my old friend.
The road goes on forever
And the night does not end …

— Jesse James



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