Seek it high and seek it low,
for fondling hands of yours.
Turn around and burn your eyes,
don't look back as shadows die.
Sworn to shed no more tears.
Another El Dorado yet appears.
The sun sets forever more.
Do you see the black moon rising?
Dance to the rhythm of fire
the flames will make you blind.
Ascend the rainbow way up high
to the crest where dreamers die.
Through the desert of discontent
walks the fool on a wicked trail
lost in dunes chasing his own tail.