Текст песни
First truck in the line, cab full of sand
The windshield webbed, a charred dashboard hand
Logbook open, last entry day six, no sun
Next trailer’s split like a skeleton’s run
I step through the glass, kick a fuel can
There’s a smell of rust and a broken plan
Dead convoy, dead convoy
Metal graveyard, no one to avoid
Dead convoy, dead convoy
I scavenge the remains just to fill the void
Second rig’s a tanker – the spout is dry
A hole in the hull where the desert sky
Pours through like a judgement, a dusty eye
I find a box of rations, a bottle of iodine
A child’s drawing taped to the dashboard pine
Dad, come home – the ink is pale
I zip it in my pack, continue the trail
Radio crackle we lost the lead vehicle… Charlie… do you copy?
They never made it past the dunes.
Dead convoy – no response
Dead convoy – I take what I want
Not for glory, not for greed
Just to make my own engine bleed back to speed
Dead convoy… over and out
