Person meditating in a red-skied desert with stone pillars, a campfire, a river, and circling eagles, under a crimson sky.

As I sit here And slowly close my eyes I breathe the desert wind Beneath the crimson skies ​I'm searching for a soul Reflecting in the sand Protecting what is left Inside this barren landWhere do we go When the shadows grow? How do we feed the fire When the embers burn low? ​Why do we walk When the vision slips? And when will we drink From the river's lips? Wash away the pain Cleanse it in the rain Finding my release Breaking every chain Feel the spirit rise Feel it in the dark Chasing down the storm Before we lose the spark Didgeridoo I see your hands Trembling in the cold You wear that fear like armor A story left untold ​There is an ancient door You never let me near But if you walk the path I will meet you there ​Where do we go When the shadows grow? How do we feed the fire When the embers burn low? ​Why do we walk When the vision slips? And when will we drink From the river's lips? Wash away the pain Cleanse it in the rain Finding my release Breaking every chain Feel the spirit rise Feel it in the dark Chasing down the storm Before we lose the spark ​The vultures circle high Above the canyon stone I've walked a jagged mile To claim what I am owed ​There’s a fever in the dirt A rumble in my bones We gather up the wood And leave the past alone And if the night comes close I will stand right here No, I won't let go I can feel it near ​Take my hand Let the rhythm slow One deep breath And the spirits grow Mehr sehen