The moon shines on tent city
The desert breeze blows in balmy air
The oceans far, what a pity
The wind blows through my hair
I’m hitching a ride to my home city
My mind is distracted with the thought
Green grass and flowers where it’s pretty
Beyond this place my imagination has long sought

The moon shines on tent city
Another night has flown by
And I sit here looking gritty
Like a bird with broken wings that can’t fly
Part of me is out there waiting
Waiting another day
Until I find her I’ll be stating
That my time here wasn’t fully lived
Since I’ve been away