Lyrics:

Doctor, pass that magic pill
Need to know what's beyond real

Slow down, take the deepest breath
Hear the falcons singing tunes of death
The desert inside shapes the sound of my blues
The desert ahead is a place for kids

Fed up, life that's black and white

Give me a paintbrush, get out of my sight
Purple sky, midnight blue, no gold
Indian red is my only friend
The desert inside shapes the sound of my blues
The desert ahead is a place for kids

And the world keeps turning round and round.