Was awake briefly
Desert light made me
Golden dust, sagebrush, and clues
Lavender sky
A dozen dreams spirit telling
Adobe worn and full of wisdom
Dusty roads, New Mexico
Let it go
Let it go
Let your hands high, oh
And light a fire
The mesa motherland
Tobacco in her hand
She helps me understand
That we all weave with human hands
Let it go
Let it go
Let your hands high, oh
And light a fire
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