On
the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life.
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rain.
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
and the sky with no clouds.
The heat was hot and the ground was dry but the air
was full of sound.
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 remember your name
cause there ain't no one more to give you no pain.
After two days in the desert sun my skin began to turn red.
And after three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed and the story I told
of a river that flowed made me sad to think it was
dead.
You 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 remember your name cause
there ain't no one more to give you no pain.
And after nine days I let the horse run
free cause the desert had turned to sea.
There were plants and birds and rocks and
things there was sand and hills and rain.
The ocean is a desert with its life
underground and the perfect disguise of all.
Under the cities lies a heart made of
ground but the humans will give no love.
You 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 remember your name cause
there ain't no one more to give you no pain.
Thank you all very much.
Thank you George Martin.
Good night.
Take care of yourselves.
Thank you.