The wind whistles hello And the sun beams without hesitation The plains show you nowhere to go And the clouds float far from your attention The desert houses so much more Than the sand and this city of ghosts The calm that is after the storm Embraces the needy the most This place is a passage of will A purge of all that was before you A crossing while you're standing still And a promise once meant to allure you Build a person from all of the pieces That crumble in front of your eyes From the truth and the family ties That bind you against all this change But take in all the beauty this place Feeds your mind At the foot of this glorious split range