[Intro]
Here, where the sun blooms with no respite
Crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence
[Verse 1]
We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone
Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods
[Chorus]
The summer drones
[Verse 2]
Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass
Crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace
But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged
Across barren expanse to the high desert plain
Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place
Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees
[Chorus]
The summer drones on