After the Crop - MacHiavel

The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks
Came back from the hop
Lonely on the road the drivers of the night followed the light
And took the path to their next plunder or fight
The rain had beaten down the corn
When the mountebanks came back in the morn
Lonely on the road the drivers of the night followed the light
And took the path to their next plunder or fight
After a hard day far from the land of the sky
The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry
The lights went out one by one
But this day was not like another one
The night woke up like a badly washed b***h
And the voice of the wind was going off pitch
I was always on the rack