When I found myself
Among the red and the rock
Laying on that metal bench
Out of place
Among the red and the rock
I have seen enough cactus,
Enough red, enough rock
To conclude
This is where I will rest
My soul
Before the death of my body
With my soul as light as the wind,
As red as the rock, as winding
As the road, in this city of sin
Where the only sin it seems,
Is not answering to the call
Of your soul, your red and
Your rock.
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