He's the Lawrence of New Mexico
From the deserts of Ohio
Always seems to be the last to know
When it's time for him to go
Blindly charging over desert sands
To reach his destination
Never stopped to question if he can
Be delivered from temptation
Sir Lawrence, of a distant land, of New Mexico
Kipling's heroes did just as well
With the confidence they tried to sell
Unbeknownst to them she came along
And bought their souls with her gentle songs
Now both of us are on the bridge
No way forward, no way back again
Those desert winds tear at our clothes
Reminds us of where we all will go
In the distance, in the desert sands, of New Mexico
I think it's time, for me, to go home
Hope when I get there, it won't be gone
I've told of love in so many songs
I know they always come out wrong
But I present this as a proof
Of the last man who almost made it through
Someday write of me and please be kind
I know i'm leaving friends behind
But all I had fell in the gorge that day
You won't miss me when I've gone away
In the canyons, in the desert sands, of New Mexico
I think it's time, for me, to go home
Hope when I get there, it won't be gone
I thought I could have had, Everything
But I'm just a man, not a king
Yeah I'm just a man, not a king