Drifting wayside, back and forth, far and wide
Boots cut through the mud in the frozen winter rain
Thick and thin, we leave behind dried up land and raging fires
Ready for the scenery to change
The bone-white moonlight spreads across the ground
And all that was lost has been found
With the howls of hounds
Soaring through the air
We’re wayward now
Blazing that long hidden trail
We’re the midnight runners for the sun
Traveling with eagle eyes, cold wind whipping through the night
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side
The hungry wolves sitting tight, hoping for a chance to bite
Waiting until the moment feels right
Our shifting shadows crawl across the ground
And all that was lost has been found
With the howls of hounds
Soaring through the air
We’re wayward now
Blazing that long hidden trail
We’re the midnight runners for the sun
credits
from Malleability,
released August 11, 2014
Dan Florio: Vocals, guitars, mandolin, banjo, bass
Mike Camacho: Drums
The Oakland singer's latest album imagines the power struggle between man and nature as a slow, steady tempest of dark folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 20, 2019