Hot days, cold nights
Who knows which way the wind will blow
On this vast terrain
Of tumbleweed and dried up grass
Across the prairie plain
The sunset sleeping down
Upon the amber hills of sand
Casting shadows of colors
Down upon this barren land
In hues of yellow
And tones of purple
I sit upon this dusty rock
Watching another day go by
And waiting for another soon to be
When birds again will sing
As the sun will rise
And other creatures of this land
Will wake to a brand new day
Another step of life
To the end of time
