Travel through desert is just different -

They say you should never try it alone

And fill your tank first, don't forget water.

You know when it is near,

because the gas station is busier

than Beaver's house when the damn broke,

not long past midnight -

locals eating lunch.

When you leave the light at last

and feel what real dark is,

the last glow of things made by man

in the rear-view.

Something within you just – slows.

You make what time you can before the east ignites.

Rolling or stumbling, it is up to you.

And when you learn what life is like

on a match-head

you know with certainty

if you want to stay.

You make the decision, every time

Cannot cross without doing it.

You choose to see the other side

Or you choose not to.