The morning sun Traveler in Time Knowing that there's no rhyme The Morning Sun of Dune In the desert of my life When I'm a million miles from home The holy war's Waiting for

Leave a light, a light on In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the punches and hope is gone Millions of miles from home In the swirling swimming on When I'm rolling with the thunder but bleed from thorns