Along the dust painted pines
Alone with the dust painted pines
She travels forever on empty roads
And where the storyteller’s gold
Tells all the stories untold
She sits on the rusty brown earth
Cries out with the sand dunes all their hurt
The canyons whispers their secret oaths
But her soul just left with their ghosts
And as we watch her from a distance
Her memory takes her on the path with least resistance
Oh darling, let’s be adventurers
