Two suns blazing in the East,
Five moons rising in the West,
And sand, sand everywhere you turn;
Sand in your glass, sand in your soul.
A red-marked martyr wanders through the desert,
Searching for what his heart desires,
But his desires lie in the hopes of others;
Their dreams are his ticket.
With my back to the stars,
I follow my singing soul back to my home.
I want to be free, I say, I want to be free;
Let the chariot carry me, my savior on the horizon.
I want you to know you're always blessed,
Even when the world is against you, march on.
The dead of night is cold;
Ride on, cowboy.