To the Desert

I came out to the desert
To find what I lost in your eyes
I filled my lungs with the sunset
And walked out into the night
I am a wandering soldier
In this dusty land
Nothing but the torn clothes on my back
And the empty barrel in my hand
Onwards, broken-hearted soldier
Into the great unknown
Lay down your weapons and follow
Into the light of the sun
When I couldn’t walk any further
I fell to my knees to pray
With my final breath I cried out
In the blowing wind I heard you say…
«Onwards, onwards good soldier
Into the great unknown
Hear the golden trumpets sounding
Calling the tired soldiers home»
Onwards, broken-hearted soldier
Into the great unknown
Lay down your weapons and follow
Into the light of the sun
Onwards, onwards good soldier
Into the great unknown
Hear the golden trumpets sounding
Calling the tired soldiers home"
I came out to the desert
To find what I lost in your eyes
I filled my lungs with the sunset
And walked out into the night