The Riviera of Hades - Sivert Høyem

When they came from the road

I had no strength to carry on

And the one’s that had come with me

Were vansihed and gone

Run away, run away, high on desert plains

Four and twenty days out on the trail

I slipped out of the headlights and I kept out of sight

I slept in the dunes and I walked through the night

I was picked up by a 4×4 and then a flatbed truck

It was a very welcome stroke of luck

I went to sleep inside a warehouse

There were many more like me

Laying low and working any odd job

Saving money for the trip across the sea

There’s a place where the dunes block

The view from the road

And where no prying eye see the ferryman load

His ancient motor boad, his brimming cargo hold

We packed together there young and old

There were no lights from the coastline

When the old boat sprang a leak

People clinging to the parapets

As I jumped into the blackness of the sea

When they pulled us from the ocean

There was not a sound but for a woman crying

We were sat out on the freezing deck

Where some of were rolling up and dying

Rome, home to the undying

Where the warm wind weeps

See the young man in the station

As he rocks himself to sleep