The song and the land are one.
A Sufi manual, the Kashf-al-Mahjub, says that, towards the end of his journey, the dervish becomes the Way not the wayfarer, i.e. a place over which something is passing, not a traveller following his own free will.
And when you look along the way we've come, there are spirals of vultures wheeling.
For life is a journey through a wilderness
A journey is a fragment of Hell.
Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.