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 'til 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

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 'til you're found
Or the Landrover breaks down

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 'til 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