On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings.
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and a sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry but the air was full of sound.
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain In the desert, you can't remember your name 'cause there ain't noone for to give you no pain.
After two days in the desert sun my skin began to turn red. After three days in the desert sun I was looking at a river bed. And the story it told of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead.
After nine days, I let the horse run free 'cause the desert had turned to sea. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There was sand and hills and rings. The ocean is a desert with its life underground and a perfect disguise above. Under the city lies a heart made of ground but the humans will give no love.