The desert sun burns hot The taste of water gone from our lips Sunday to Sunday we ride into danger Gone so long on this trip So many miles we have roamed Out on an endless road No family left to remember me No woman waiting at home We are companions We ride together like brothers To conquer this hard road Wherever you go I will follow No matter where it goes Where you go I will go Cuchillo In the dying December The cold works into our bones So many miles we have traveled Lost but never alone Now that our youth has betrayed us Our faces belie the years We've long ago forgotten What the hell we are doing here Abandoned by the cause So long we've been gone Searching some distant Eldorado Forgotten but not alone Cuchillo