The Desert

Riding into western sunrise
Tumbleweed rolling up the hillside
Cactus stands as the it, too, surrenders
Took those trails that we’ll not remember
(Oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oh
Oo-oo-oh)
Distant hazy blue mountain ranges
Somewhere behind us a sandstorm rages
We keep riding in one direction
But the scenery never changes
(Oo-oo-oh
Oo-oo-oh
Oo-oo-oh)
Oh doo-doo-doo doo doo
Oh doo-doo-doo doo doo
Oh doo-doo-doo doo doo
Doo-doo doo
Oh, desert that we’re lost in
Where the land resembles skin
So windless and unexplored
Still we struggle with being bored