Verse 1

Your scarf is on the wooden chair

Still warm with yesterday

Tea rings fading on the table

But your boots walked far away

The wind comes through the open latch

It hums your favorite tune

Dust dancing in the evening

Like we once danced in June

Chorus

Across the quiet steppe you ride

And I stay talking to the sky

Name on my tongue

Fire gone dry

Across the quiet steppe you ride

And I keep waiting in this room

Heart like an empty cradle

Rocking in the gloom