They walk the walk and talk the talk
Walking the plains of desert lands
Roaming the dark and grey expanse
They talk the talk and walk the walk
Ever wandering in circles
Again and again, round and round
Oh, following an endless trail
Those three strange men in the desert.
Footsteps in sand, shadows in dust
They dream greatness but one day must,
For time away, old age come, rust.
Their journey is long, dangerous
But time is rare, even precious
And they cannot stray from their course.