When you're watching from the peak of Alta Khan
And the sun is stretching out his big red hand
No amount of sleeping gonna make you awake
Watching seeds falling outta your God's hand
But you're driving over parched and stony land
Full of stories and testaments unplanned
I'm a preaching what others should-a known
Howling like a banshee in the night
On the road to Mandalay
Well I just wanna say
Watched the moon rise one dark and sunless night
There ain't no hiding in this desert paradise
Fears a flavour that can't be denied
