Sittin' on a cloud high over the lonesome Black Hills
They stretch into quiet to the hole that the Badlands fill
Sometimes it feels like nothing, other times so much more
Like when you dance upon the dust of the lonesome Badlands floor
When you drift across the sky of dyin' stars and new ones born
Sometimes it's burnin' heat beatin' Hell upon my face
Sometimes it's blowin' snow buryin' my path without a trace
Sittin' on a fence of twistin' and rusted razorwire
The morning bird was singing a song for the old day that expired
Driftin' down a dirtroad of dyin' days and new ones born
I will meet you there, the dust is where we all return
When you drift across the sky of dyin' stars and new ones born