I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La la la la la la la, la la la, la la
The words echoed through my mind. Distant voices of people that weren’t really there. I could hear the soft strums of the guitar. A guitar that wasn’t really there.
There really wasn’t anyone to give me any pain. Just me. And my bike. Continue reading “I’ve Been Through the Desert with a Horse with No Name”