(Chorus x2) I'm on a higher plateau Dry dirt trail on this mountain road Vultures over head then I'm counting the Crows Alfred Hitchco*k cowboy Arms folded in a B-Boy pose (Verse 1 - Jehst) Lawrence of Arabia, off-key behaviour Mickey Mouse soldier, sand storm fantasia High on Peyote High on the plains like Wile E Coyote The guy with the goatee and kaftan Smoking the Afghan, blocks of Moroccan hash Send me to the Sandman Think with keen imagery, psychedelic symmetry God's the composer, life is the symphony The song of the desert, of the desert trail Canteen dry, I'm desperately frail Plus thirsty as hell Trek against the wind, beating on my face Sandpaper on my skin A gang of masked riders Figures rippling on the horizon Pitching tents for the night Campfire lighting Nocturnal, got the moonshine pouring Back on our journey first thing in the morning (Chorus x2) I'm on a higher plateau Dry dirt trail on this mountain road Vultures over head then I'm counting the Crows Alfred Hitchco*k cowboy Arms folded in a B-Boy pose (Verse 2) There's black gold underfoot, lucrative land Bring a bucket and a spade, build a castle in the sand A child on a beach, bite from a peach Protect what's mine so I might have to reach Heat beating down on the brow of the pilgrim Announcing that Elvis has now left the building Camel back rider, caddlebag cider Hostile habitat, snake bite survivor Billycans clattering, carrying a keg of beer Wind beating against the fabric of my jellabiya Chest pressed against the unseen forth The nomad from the badlands of the north The ghost of Jim Morrison guiding my course Brave new world and I'm opening the doors of perception Tangled up in this spaghetti western Desert storm war, Military intervention (Chorus x2) I'm on a higher plateau Dry dirt trail on this mountain road Vultures over head then I'm counting the Crows Alfred Hitchco*k cowboy Arms folded in a B-Boy pose