Mexican Horizon the colors of gold

Silk and satin, our stories untold

From here to this moment

Mysteries of time pulling us further

On this journey of mine. This journey divine

Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa

Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa

Crossing over water. Fly through the air

I hear you calling. My heart I declare

Head's on the highway. Stretching space

Leaving the wasteland. A world in disgrace

Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa

Hill and gully rider the Inca Steppa