From a winding black ribbon,
I see a valley green.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
an oasis seen.
Tucked within the mountain range,
no road leading in.
Testament that the rain does play,
in the desert wind.

From a winding black ribbon,
I turn westward.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
I only look forward.
Tucked within the mountain range,
my stress does unravel.
Testament that the rain does play,
on the road less traveled

From a winding black ribbon,
I find my way home.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
I traveled alone.
Tucked within the mountain range,
Off the beaten track
Testement that the rain does play,
even when I come back.