A long way had I come along, br A long journey ahead, br When thirst filled my mouth of song, br And death itself seemed dead. br br The sand my companion, br The cactus false hope, br As I walked with vain determination, br And drought filled my throat. br br At last I found a shore line, br With gallons of dreams beyond, br For all of it my tongue did pine, br All worries already gone. br br I knelt down to take a gulp, br And drank the ocean dry, br When I found my mouth to be filled with pulp, br With great despair I did cry.