Miles of red sand stretchin' out under the sky
I look to the horizon and wish I could fly
Over the desert, to have it far behind
To close the distance between you and me.
A thousand cactus plants I'd see
If I flew
Over the desert
To reach you.
But if I could be there
In just a moment, with you, dear
Would you welcome me
Or send me away?
Perhaps in the end
It is better that here
On the desert I always stay.
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