An oasis built on fine Moroccan sand
That was where I lost my lover's little hand
If you find me, slowly speak of what you find
30 days in the desert can make you lose your mind

I'm making my way back home
I'm making my way back home
I'm making my way back home
To you

My kingdom for some water; I live for the stuff
In the sea of sand you never get enough
My darling girl is adorned in Persian silk;
By the time I get home, my beard'll be a quilt

There's what's left of the Phoenix, and Lawrence, too
He doesn't look a thing like Peter O'Toole
They say the way is south by the stars
I'll be looking forward to the buildings and the cars
Oh, if I don't make it, oh please, tell my queen
That I lost my way by the Eastern sea
My body may lie, but my soul you will find
30 days in the desert can make you lose your mind

© Kurt Riley, 2010.