A man can lose his past, in a country like this. Wandering aimless. Parched and nameless. A man could lose his way, in a country like this. Canyons and cactus.
All that we can do is just survive. All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive. All that we can do is just survive. All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive.
It's not a place. It's a yearning. It's not a race. It's a journey. . It's not an act. It's attraction. It's not a style. It's an action. . It's a dream for the waking.
All the journeys of this great adventure. It didn't always feel that way. I wouldn't trade them. Because I made them. The best I could, and that's enough to say.