Not remotely what I set out to write. But I like it.
Also, was going to layer in some celtic whistle and some harmonies but my dog kept joining in.
lyrics
Little boy out on a journey
in the desert alone
He knows how to survive here
This is now his home
When the mustangs come
And the sun hangs low
Across the mesa plain
Is where you long to go
If the path was straight
You’d be on it still
But there ain’t no path
Through the Hidden Hills
Young man faces the sunrise
He knows that’s where he’d be
In a time before
When he had a choice
Before he wasn’t free
When the mustangs come
And the sun hangs low
Across the mesa plain
Is where you long to go
If the path was straight
You’d be on it still
But there ain’t no path
Through the Hidden Hills
Old man turns to the storm
He leans into the wind
But time can’t take
The strength he won
Just learning how to live
When the mustangs come
And the sun hangs low
Across the mesa plain
Is where you long to go
If the path was straight
You’d be on it still
But there ain’t no path
Through the Hidden Hills
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