Tekster: Robin Williamson. Sandy Land.

The wheels roll on and on into the older west
Seeking for sleep and you found no rest
Old genetic train is railed to the ground
And it keeps your smiles turned down
Keeps your smiles turned down

Dandelion compass and the bible and pin
Seen some seasick sailors since the origin
You may sift your bread, you can save your bran
It's hard to make a living on sandy land
It's hard to make a living on sandy land

The map of human theater
It's incomplete
Favorite parts are broken hearts
And poison sweet

Here grins the villain in the smartest car
The hero in the mask of bone
Everyone prompting behind the scenes
For their reasons unknown

The map of human theater
It's filled with roads
But favorite routes are concrete boots
And overloads