Anna St. Louis Desert
I know the desert is wide
It's half filled with sky
But still I pretend to know
You'll be coming home soon
Some men shake trees to find
A holy life
A holy life
A holy life
A holy life
It comes and it goes and it dies
It comes and it goes and it dies
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
It comes and goes and dies
It comes and goes
It comes and goes
It comes and goes and dies
Nobody knows, nobody sees
That the back roads seem kinda wide
With the doves flowing round for Miles
And the pilgrims are hoping to find
Their rivers had not run dry
Put out like a fire
Into the night
Out like a fire
Smoke to the sky
Out like a fire
You'll have to find out
Nobody knows, nobody sees
This deserted maze
That is right around me
And the fire went out
Honey, long ago
But still I pretend
That you're coming
Oh, you're coming home
