Desert Dry

My focus slips away
And I am left in the heat of a new-born day
The sand bites at my eyes
Carves fresh lines in my face

The sand obscures the road
It takes my path from me
Yet I have no choice
I have to move my feet

Did it take this long to find
The truth inside of me
Now I see

I have to move on...

Words/Music Copyright Tuckwood 2005
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