We were walking on the high desert Sand and sweat in the heat like Candy on my teeth I think I like it here Desolation in the high desert Running through my feet, I started to see a smoke filled room You're part of the pack now The future of it all Where will we stand in, a hundred years from now? Will we see anything but our shadows? Will there be anyone left to follow? Found oasis in the high desert Waterfalls, silky sweet, field olive green, I think I dying here And I wonder if I'll see you again Will you follow my lead Offer me relief Let me go, free You're part of the pack now The future of it all Where will we stand in, a hundred years from now? Will we see anything but our shadows? Will there be a path to follow?