El Camino Real

I’ve traveled the road that they wandered
Without any rhyme and few reasons
Those men of God came on a mission
Regardless of weather or seasons

The bells have been calling me northward
I’m leaving the desert for good
The ocean she beckons me loudly
I’d be there if only I could

The creeks, they are all dry and dusty
They haven’t seen rainfall in years
Rich men have sucked them all dry now
Including their peasants own tears

The forests are all brown and dying
The heat beat them down to their knees
The animals sick with confusion
With parched throats they claim this disease

When will this road reach the ocean?
How many more lives will it claim?
When rich men and preachers stop hiding
Behind dollars and God’s holy name