The sun rises over this no mans land
This desert is still so unforgiving
There's a blister on the back of my hand,
This desert, remains so unforgiving
There's no water to be discovered here
Only parched throats and shattered whiskey flasks
Cowboys so yearning for an ice cold beer,
None to be found so I don't even ask
There's a saloon on the red horizon,
Where you take your boots off and drain the sand
This place so dry not even Poseidon,
Could bring some wetness to this horrid land
I am so hungry, but I still get by,
But for now I'll rest these, my tired eyes
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
The sun rises over this no mans land
This desert is still so unforgiving
There's a blister on the back of my hand,
This desert, remains so unforgiving
There's no water to be discovered here
Only parched throats and shattered whiskey flasks
Cowboys so yearning for an ice cold beer,
None to be found so I don't even ask
There's a saloon on the red horizon,
Where you take your boots off and drain the sand
This place so dry not even Poseidon,
Could bring some wetness to this horrid land
I am so hungry, but I still get by,
But for now I'll rest these, my tired eyes
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