Landrover - Momus

Four in the morning on October the third

The year you disappeared

The ash on the road is still quite warm

Reading the map in the map light

And the engine is old

And the tyres are worn

Driving and searching through the long dry ocean

Weaving deep in a bed of abandoned desire

I’ll be threading this wheel from hand to hand till you’re found

Or the Landrover breaks down

(Tranquility Bay… saline levels normal… nocturnal visibility average to

good)

Three in the morning on October the fourth

The year you disappeared

The canyons are watching me with your eyes

Craters like scars from a quarrel

And the petrol is low and my mouth is dry

(The arc of buggy tracks in moondust… Your face glowing in its frame in the

dash… Alimentation and oxygen supplies critical… Life functions now

endangered, unpredictable… Strange emotional pattern recorded at 300 and

again towards dawn… foreboding… Log discontinued)

Driving and searching through the long dry ocean

Weaving deep in a bed of abandoned desire

I’ll be threading this wheel from hand to hand till you’re found

Or the Landrover hits

Sunday airports

The face of the waters

Service stations

Unrepeatable offers

Trial by jury

The god of the crossroads

Furnished quarters

Unfaithful lovers

Sunday airports

The face of the waters

Service stations

Unrepeatable offers

Trial by jury

The god of the crossroads

Furnished quarters

Unfaithful lovers