I'd cross the desert to the sea
Learn to speak in tongues
Something that makes sense to you and to me
I'd like to unplug the phone
Sending messages with a mirror
With a satellite dish and Geronimo's ghost
I sunk my suitcase so low
With snakes and vines and ropes for my clothes
Me and Jane Doe and Rousseau
Walking through cactus and stones
With our bare hands mining for gold
Shining like razors in the sun
You can go there anytime that you like
And try to find happiness from a gun