Crusader

There's a wilderness It's a no man's land Between Alice Springs and the ocean Seventeen hundred miles of burning sand And a silken thread keeps a hold on you When the emptieness like a potion tends to fray your reason strand by strand And there's no more need for the mask your wear When the last goodbyes have been said So kiss the cheeks of you dearest friends And turn to the desert ahead Now you're on your own like a sailing ship You're the captain, crew and sailors Turn around and this is what you see Chorus This me facing me all alone 'Cause I choose to be with the wind and the sun on me only me