I set up twin camps, but I didn't stay at one
I sent ahead the sheep, and left behind the gun
And even though I feared for my life, the story doesn't end
I didn't know when I left home I would return again
It's hard to make a living in this dry and arid land
You packed up and moved along, and I understand
After all the time that passed your connections rust
The downed ships underneath your feet at odds with what you trust
And if you could count the sands you might could say my name
You've been forced out, you struggle not to yearn
For the place you call home, the land of no return
And when the sun falls down the line, you take any chance
You close your eyes for the song, and you start to dance
And if you could count the sands you might could say their names
