I pitched a tent at Kayoke

Among desert sands around

Grown tired of reg’lar folk

To wilderness I am bound

 

I sang a song so merry

Having guzzled beer and wine

Savor sweet of the berry

Oh livin’ a life so fine

 

I called out to the wild

To nature beckoning me

A verdict fought and trialed

Seizing lonely life the plea

 

I ran through the night alone

Looking up at endless stars

Society I don’t bemoan

Escaped urban city’s bars

 

I pitched a tent at Kayoke

No skyscrapers in sight

Grown tired of reg’lar folk

I’ve climbed to the highest height

 

I drove the steers to the herd

With longhorns careless roam

When the desert cats all purred

Them running from white sea foam

 

I journeyed all the miles

Always searching for my soul

Away from bins and files

Rattlesnakes my rock and roll

 

I’ve merged with my surrounding

Feel my body is at peace

No more my heart is pounding

Hardship has begun to cease

 

I pitched a tent at Kayoke

A life filled with solitude

Grown tired of reg’lar folk

Thought new life’d change my mood

 

I do miss the city buzz

Feel amiss without no friends

Said oh heck well just because

Sandy paths without no ends

 

I stay awake each every night

Hallucinate my company

Wish for that glowing streetlight

And my one horn symphony

 

I feel crushed by the moon

Drove crazy by loneliness

Know that I’m gonna die soon

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Recede into the abyss