On A Hunt

ON A HUNT

On a tall drive up the mount
Surrounded by stars we count
I've got something to tell you about the desert:
Underneath oblivion,
We race into space
It's cold but the engine keeps us warm

On A Hunt
Searching for a real atmosphere
We're On A Hunt
Drive due north until the clearing

Who are we meeting?
You ask with telepathy
In this dark age, in this moon spray
Tonight, I say, is the night for our getaway, getaway, getaway
We're on a hunt for transcendence and meaning....
Meaning....meaning....meaning

On A Hunt
Searching for a real atmosphere
We're On A Hunt
Drive due north until the clearing

Find my starship tonight....
Find my starship tonight....
Find my starship tonight....

Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips