I wrote this song several years ago when I was stuck in the desert with nothing to do for four hours but stare at the stars. With only the moon for lighting I wrote these lines on a scrap of paper I found in my jacket

  In the middle of the desert, all on her own,

  I thought I saw a blue eyed blonde, hiding behind a stone.
  In the middle of the desert, I seemed to hear her call,
  And I wondered if there still was time to stop her endless fall.
   
  Or maybe it was just a mirage of years ago gone by.
  A haunted desert memory that wouldn’t say goodbye
  And the sands of my desert linger on.

  

  In the middle of a sandstorm, I thought I saw her smile
  I moved a little closer, she retreated a mile.
  By the trail of a caravanserai, I caught up with her tracks.
  I threw her all my passion, she returned they were not facts
.
  Maybe they were just lost longings of a time I never knew,
  Poems and songs and words that went wrong when experiences were few
  Still the sands of my desert lingered on.

  

  In the middle of a lifetime’s waste I thought I saw her appear
  In a moment she was gone again, yet I didn’t think it queer.
  For a moment in the desert I thought I saw a face.
  But on looking back I knew for sure I’d seen it in some place.

  Maybe in a mirror, that was hanging unside down.
  The reflection of a loneliness, the expression of a clown
  And the sands of my desert still linger on.
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