The Hanging Bandits - North of the Wall Lyrics

I see there's miles below me
The night turned cold and lonely
I know these street lights own me
And follow where I go

Out on the roads we roam
White lines go by like stones
Can't count all the songs since home
There'll be something on the edge

Dust was turned up with walking
But we carried on reporting
Footsteps and symbols were linking
And the sign posts carry code

Mountains rise like waves
And we drive around a maze
No destination or place to stay
But there'll be something on the edge

Weeks since we last spoke
Forget the arguments I provoked
Turning with the wheels and spokes
Just to see where they stop.

Dust was turned up with walking
But we carried on reporting
Footsteps and symbols were linking
And the sign posts carried code

Now I know we're far away
Seems our real lives start to fade
No destination or plans today
There'll be something on the edge