Cuchillo

The desert sun burns hot
 The taste of water gone from our lips
 Sunday to Sunday we ride into danger
 Gone so long on this trip
 So many miles we have roamed
 Out on an endless road
 No family left to remember me
 No woman waiting at home
 We are companions
 We ride together like brothers
 To conquer this hard road
 Wherever you go I will follow
 No matter where it goes
 Where you go I will go
 Cuchillo
 In the dying December
 The cold works into our bones
 So many miles we have traveled
 Lost but never alone
 Now that our youth has betrayed us
 Our faces belie the years
 We've long ago forgotten
 What the hell we are doing here
 Abandoned by the cause
 So long we've been gone
 Searching some distant Eldorado
 Forgotten but not alone
 Cuchillo