Deserts

Wake me up, and take me away,

To desert I lean, tumbleweed I sway.

Where once resode a rancher, camp on sand inlay,

On indigo plateau, high fields specked with clay. 

I don't suspect you'll follow, surprised not if you do,

If there is one thing to count on, it is the morning dew.

Insist it's worth the bother, have trust in none but you,

The stars will light the way, into the morning new.