Lyrics:

[ii. DUSTY PLAIN]

Guitar Solos:
Steve,
Fran,
Steve

Walking the whole day, away from the din
like some ancient caravan crew
Tired by nightfall, they stopped at an Inn
but little did they have a clue

The Inn had a megaphone nailed to the wall
of the lobby where they had to dwell
blithely rebroadcasting drivel and fluff
Expanding the boundaries of hell!

So, get a good rest, at the dawn we’re leaving
off to travel farther ‘way
set a compass for the far horizon
walk on - out toward the jagged mountain