He sets down his pack
Kicks the dust from his boots
Waits neath a cottonwood tree
Till a speck on the landscape
Lengthens to shadow
And that familiar face is what he sees
In the first light of dawn
They head off again
And walk through the rest of the day
In the evening they camp
By the long flat topped shadow
Watching the sun slip away
Look into your heart
Tell me what you love
Look into your soul
Tell me what you own
Because the soul of the desert
Is a cold empty place
And the heart of the mesa
Is made out of stone
"You think it's still there
After all this time
Where we left it, buried, alone?"
"Yes it's still there
Nothing has changed
I can feel it, deep in my bones"
Look into your heart
Tell me what you love
Look into your soul
Tell me what you own
Because the soul of the desert
Is a cold empty place
And the heart of the mesa
Is made out of stone