I stood beside my windowsill
And looked beyond the quiet road
That separated deserts
And lead us to our homes
Far and long, the pathway lead
To mountains full with leaves that said,
"Rustle, rustle," again and again,
"Come through this way, and find the road's end."
But here, I'll stay
Behind the hills
Among the desert, standing still
Where cacti collide
And mountains divide
The world between me
And the rustling leaves.