Wasteland Companions (Demo)

Hold on

A vision of the rising sun

Perched up on your shoulder

Like you’re carrying a boulder

Up the hill

For a panoramic view

But it was no longer familiar

From the fires of the old year

We hold out

And race against the setting sun

As the pathway grows much darker

But the stars will point us home where

I love how you

Will dance around the entire room

To a song that only you hear

As it turns into a new year