It's hot in the dry August dessert and no water in sight
I can feel the pounding of my heart and I can no longer sweat
every thought is a vivid nightmare and the vultures are circling above me.
if I walk just another mile or so I'll find water I know
God I can taste it it's flooding my soul,
Mary owns the cantina and she's waiting there for me
I can see the horse's watering outside
Mary save me don't let me die.