America - A Horse With No Name (PMV)

On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life

There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rain

The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz and the sky with no clouds

The heat was hot and the ground was dry but the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to be out of the rain