at the end of the road

At the end of the road

The drummers rode
down a paved road that turned
into dirt
and continued on,
as the sun was setting,
into the jungle
for a while

♫ ♫ ♫

 And at the end of the road
lay Valhalla,
a jungle bar and a few tents
pitched here and there

Would you mind
if we drummed for a while?

Please do
We’re all on mushrooms


And so the drummers took out their djembes
and began to play
a rhythm,
and several friendly girls
began to dance

♫ ♫ ♫

Rhythms flowed
as the moon rose quietly in the dark,
and after a few hours
it was time to rest

Thank you, brothers
Please come and play
for us again

The drummers smiled and gently nodded,
and then they got on their bikes
and rode away

♫ ♫ ♫