Dry, no touch of feelings there.
But still, the sand goes deep.
A dying law, trying to remain.
Well, you got the picture. Wild, devasting. Still... dry
Dry grapes, all there bloody juice’s been dried out to the last drop.
Not a great text, a clear given of facts.
Old sheriff got his dream, got his lifetime award, along with his retirement. Finally all settle down. Fine, peaceful city, state; country.
And then I woke.
No Country for Old Men (2007)