Analysis of Cart

Lonely are the paths that I stroll
Dark are the alleys that hide me
Far are the lands where my dreams roll
Sad are songs that wave my flag at sea

I do not go by your street anymore
And your name, I don’t know how to remember
On your house, there’s nothing written by the door
And the handful of roses, I let the river scatter

When the old restlessness tangles my strings
And my guitar sounds grey in the sunset
I yoke the northern wind to my cart wings,
And slowly ride the pale moonlight vignette