(Lyrics by Emilus Zutch, “Desert Cities”)

Through clouds of rain
And streets of pain
I walk the desert cities
Fans and lights
And sweet delights
Not in the desert cities

The desert cities

Cars and buses
On mountain passes
I walk the desert cities
My bag is filled
With ash and brimmed
With fire from the desert cities

The desert cities never show their face

Looking for naught
And expecting none
I walk the desert cities
My fate is elsewhere
It won’t fit anywhere
And I walk the desert cities
But I don’t walk alone

The desert cities