| Go
to sleep now, rise up to dream The muse is like a desert stream
Dry
arroyo, barren land in the distance, mountains stand Thorny sage and burning
sand guard the way to the western land. The western land. In
a chariot of steel and glass as swift as steeds, we made our pass. Stood
on a mountain, we lost our way. When you get to heaven, there's hell to pay. Hell
to pay.
Dry arroyo, barren land in the distance, mountains stand Thorny
sage and burning sand guard the way to the western land. The western land.
So
figure out the future should you go or should you stay you can stitch it
all together there's a needle in the hay But when the dots have been connected you
know you gotta look at a picture so perfected it's right out of the book.
Dry
arroyo, barren land in the distance, mountains stand Thorny sage and burning
sand guard the way to the western land. The western land. |