Aoife and Andrew

      Chiseled their names in stone, heavy the load you tow.
      And the red horse is always close and the fire don’t burn below.
      Two hundred miles to clear, chasing a sound I hear.
      When the call brings them all to tears.
      And the hopes they all turn to fears

      And they’re walking around,
      With their heads in the cloud screaming,
      Must catch the bandit, reckless abandon, rundown and stranded.
      Must catch the bandit.

      Tracks in the dirt for days, sniff out the fire ablaze.
      And the red door, it seems to sway and it carries a heavy weight.

      And they’re walking around,
      With their heads in the cloud screaming,
      Must catch the bandit, reckless abandon, rundown and stranded.
      Must catch the bandit.

      And they’re walking around,
      With their heads in the cloud screaming,
      Must catch the bandit, reckless abandon, rundown and stranded.
      Must catch the bandit.

      “The Bandit” by Kings of Leon.