[Intro]

Here, where the sun blooms with no respite

Crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence

[Verse 1]

We’ve spent a spell drifting on paths bygone

Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods

[Chorus]

The summer drones

[Verse 2]

Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass

Crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace

But we’ll tread on, through a season unchanged

Across barren expanse to the high desert plain

Where we’ll accept our fate and take our rightful place

Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees

[Chorus]

The summer drones on