Desert

I know the desert is wide It's half-filled with sky But still I pretend to know You'll be coming home soon Some men shake trees to find A holy life A holy life A holy life A holy life But it comes and it goes and it dies It comes and it goes and it dies It comes and goes It comes and goes It comes and goes and dies It comes and goes It comes and goes It comes and goes and dies Nobody knows, nobody sees That the backroads seem kinda wild That the dust blowing round for miles And the pilgrims are hoping to find Their rivers had not run dry Put out like a fire Into the night Out like a fire Smoke to the sky Out like a fire You left to find out Nobody knows, nobody sees This deserted maze that is wrapped around me And the fire went out, honey, long ago But still I pretend that you're coming Oh, you're coming home