Amarillo

We left behind
Artificial desires
That did us harm

After the storm
The dream was not enough for us

Everyone's art was to know how to transmute
Fears into verses
They sound eternal
Like loves by the sea

The magic of making every place
Your home
Passengers conquering new skies

And we paint the roads yellow
Being the same, we are so different

We learned that the magicians
Owe us no more favors
That we like different
Because we know how to be better
Lots of thorns and many flowers
No one moves from here
Until the horizon arrives

And we paint the roads yellow
Being the same, we are so different