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