Days of Heat Hazes trail behind me On a path I've chosen to walk alone To reside by the wild tumbleweeds Too hostile for mankind's brittle, cold bones
Often, I think of the days gone by Laced in a bittersweet requiem That hums ever so softly in my mind Hidden by a face that's machiavellian Made by those I came here to forget
Through the incessant thunderstorm That dominates this part of the land I've found a way to become reborn At the end of a long winded Texan tunnel Made by those I came here to inspect And transform into an invaluable asset