The Unseen Wagon in the Air

[Verse 1]
I went down in fire on Brackenridge line,
Steel sky broke open and split out of time.
Woke in the ash with the engines all dead,
And dragonmen calling for blood in my head.

[Chorus 1]
Oh the Juni B rides where the hunted don’t go,
Where the sky forgets names and the search winds don’t blow.
Some say she’s mercy, some say she’s lie—
But she’s there when you’re gone and not ready to die.

[Verse 2]
So I crawled to the stone where the cold rivers run,
Cut off all daylight and prayed I was done.
Waded through creeks just to break off my trail,
Heard them drag names through the mud like a tale.
They passed through the hills like the wind knew my face,
Like I’d been marked by something no armor could chase.

[Verse 3]
Then out of the air like a prayer said too low,
Like the sky let slip what it shouldn’t let go,
There came a small vessel—no banner, no sound,
Just a wagon of timber that shouldn’t be found.
No shadow beneath her, no weight in the air,
Just the sense of a thing that was almost not there.

[Chorus 2]
Oh the Juni B drifts where the watchers go blind,
Where even the hunters can’t keep what they find.
Some swear she’s blessing, some swear she’s sin—
A crack in the world where the lost slip in.

[Verse 4]
The Juni B drifted like memory gone,
Like the world forgot how to notice what’s wrong.
I stepped through the hatch and I felt myself fade,
Like I might be the price that the silence had paid.
Captain Kevin Adore stood quiet at wheel,
With eyes like he knew what the unreal can feel.
No flag, no mark, no name in the sky—
Just a door for the hunted who don’t ask you why.
Inside there were faces half-shadowed, half-true,
Men pulled from places the world never knew.

[Verse 5]
And wyverns came close with their red burning sight,
But their eyes slid away like they struck empty night.
They circled the air like the truth wasn’t there,
Like the world had been cut and forgot we were there.
We sailed through their hunt like a rumor half-spun,
Like a war song still bleeding but already done.
And I learned what it means when the hunted are free:
You don’t feel alive—you just aren’t where you’d be.

[Chorus 3]
Oh the Juni B hums like a word never said,
Half prayer, half warning, half counting the dead.
If she comes in the smoke when the sky turns to flame,
You forget your own name—but you’re safe just the same.

[Outro – What Men Swear]
Some say she’s angels, some say she’s lies,
Some say she’s gaps where the real world dies.
Some say the captain was never a man—
Just the sky learning how silence began.
But I know what I felt when the world let me go—
A place without presence, a wind without snow.
And I still can’t tell if I lived or I lied,
Only that I was not there when the hunters arrived.
And that’s what they sing in the docks after war—
Not ship, not ghost, not a thing you swore.
Just a crack in the fight where the hunted slip through…
And nobody agrees what is true.

Wartime folk  ballad,  ghost ship, whispered myth, male chorus, acoustic guitar, fiddle, low drums, haunting chorus