On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I´ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
´Cause there ain´t no one for to give you no pain
La, la...
