With the sun on my back
I walk the dead empty desert sky
Wandering, looking
Wandering, looking

Where did my love go
Where is his body
Where is his soul
Where did it go

Through the ghost towns of old I seek
Through broken glass I peek
Wandering, looking
Wandering, looking

Where did my love go
Where is his gun
Where is his soul
Where did it go

Where did my love go
Where was his final place
Where is his soul
Where did it go...