(Dewey Bunnel)On the first part of the journeyI was looking at all the lifeThere were plants and birds and rocks and thingsThere were sand and hills and rainThe first thing I met was a fly with no buzzAnd a sky with no cloudsThe heat was hot and the ground was dryBut the air was full of soundYou see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no nameIt felt good to be out of the rainIn the desert you can’t remember your name’Cause there aint no one to a give you no paineAfter two days in the desert sunMy skin began to turn redAfter three days in the desert funI was looking at a river bedAnd the story it toldOf a river that floatedMade me sad to think it was deadYou see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name…After nine days I let the horse run free’Cause the desert had turned to seaThere were plants and birds and rocks and thingsThere were sand and hills and thingsThe ocean is a desert with it’s life undergroundAnd the perfectest sky is aboveUnder the cities lies a heart made of groundBut the humans will give no loveYou see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name…