Riding in the desert

Author: Charles Tyler

Riding in the desert at night
The stars up above are so bright
I was on a motorbike with my buddy and my old guitar
Two hundred miles from Kabul - two hundred more to Kandahar

Days were too hot for moving
Nights were damn near freezing
I learned a lesson from the Buddha that gazes over Bamiyan
Nothing lasts forever in the deserts of Afghanistan

Moonrise in the desert
Moonrise – turn off the headlight and cruise by moonlight
Riding in the desert – riding in the desert at night

Jagged mountains on the horizon
Racing gainst the rising sun
Riding over scorpions – riding all the way to Iran
Heading back home – going back where we came from

When we rolled into Herat in the morning
Little kids were flying their kites
Running through the streets with two hippies on a motorbike
Straight out of the desert – man we were a terrible sight!

Moonrise in the desert
Moonrise – turn off the headlight and cruise by moonlight
Riding in the desert – riding in the desert at night

Now I’m sitting here in Annandale
Stars up above are so pale
There’s someone on the TV talking bout the Taliban
And they’re bringing back the bodies from the deserts of Afghanistan

Roll over Alexander
Blow away Bamiyan
Say goodbye to the Empire and its never-ever setting sun
There’ll be moonlight in the desert long after everyone’s gone

Moonrise in the desert
Moonrise – turn off the headlight and cruise by moonlight
Riding in the desert – riding in the desert at night
Riding in the desert – riding in the desert at night
Riding in the desert - riding in the desert at night

Keep on riding
Riding in the desert
Going home.....