Go to the desert When you need to know your heart. Not ten or twenty But a hundred miles apart. There you’ll feel the sun and wind And dust against your face And you may thirst and thirst And search without a trace. And as your steps grow weary And you wander to and fro And you get a fearful feeling And tears begin to flow. Just let them come, Allow what’s there to be. The truth abides And seeks to set you free.