For some reason when we arrived in Yuma, Arizona, only two thoughts came to mind. First: I kept looking to spot a lone horse out among the tall cactus with a cowboy perched on top. Both looking haggard and in search of water. Second: I can't get that song out of my head from the group America -A Horse With No Name. The lyrics fit this area perfect.
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry But the air was full of sound
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
After two days in the desert sun My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed Made me sad to think it was dead
After nine days I let the horse run free 'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground But the humans will give no love
You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
That's about all there is in Yuma, Arizona.
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