(Dewey Bunnel)On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There were sand and hills and rain
The first thing I met was a fly with no buzz
And a sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of soundYou see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can't remember your name
'Coz there aint no one to a give you no paineAfter two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told
Of a river that floated
Made me sad to think it was deadYou see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...After nine days I let the horse run free
'Coz the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There were sand and hills and things
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And the perfectest sky is above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no loveYou see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...