I'm walking in desert time
Through the sand I walk a straight line
From the suns first chink
To the lane of brick
The line is fine
I sing with the rhythm of tribes
I sing to the changing skies
Through wind and rain
I hold my aim
No break in stride

Wako Shaman
Can you walk the silver canyons?
Wako Shaman
Can you work this dime store gold?
Wako Shaman
Will you walk this way tomorrow?
Wako Shaman

I pass through a barren land
I sow seed from my hand
And the forest tall
Will break my fall
To the valley of the damned
Our climb to the highest crest
May tear mother nature's breast
Then the rain will fall
To drown us all
The cursed and the blessed