Desert Tribe Songtext
von The High Dials

You are not the desert kind
Born to roam but never find
Promised land or peace of mind
But you know my number
It′s still the same
Waiting by a wet salt track
Empty as a desert
Far from other passers by
Living on locust, living on honey Living like kings
Eyes on horizons
That we know we'll never reach
′Cause we can never leave
Look back to the ancient scribes
The road the lonely shepherd trods
Forgotten men who lived at a time
When you know my number
You've got my number