They got a list of people who don't mind their own business
Got pictures of them all in black and white
Got to drive on down the highway - 84 West
Until we get to where the future lies
We took a journey to the pyramids
There was nothing there but sand
And the ghost of a man who had not been born
In a thousand years no one had planted trees there
So all that grew from the sand was stone
Carved into the stone was an epitaph
And a picture, in negative, of the continuum of birth
And death, and the parade to the grave
She said, "No more, no more, no more,
No more, no more,"
But added to the road map on her veins
Then the entire voyage mutinied
They didn't realize they were wrong
And they flew off into the mouth of the stratosphere
They didn't realize that the thing we'd been chasing all along
Was out there in the desert, under stone