When the frontier blooms
When the dry land sings
When the wasteland
Wakes with its trembling springs
There's a river running through my
Bones, a wildfire mercy
That overflows
Through the dust and the doom, I still
Break through when the frontier blooms in you
There's a trail where the night wind sighs, where the dust kicks
Up and the soul runs dry, where the worn-out dreams and the torn-up
Skies all echo back to same old tune but
I heard him say in the desert heat
Where the cracked earth breaks is where
We meet.
Every broken step