Strong swift breeze blows through the desert

As my walking through this place seems

Much too disturbing, breaking the ancient call

You can still hear them here in this place

Though decades have passed I feel their presence

Hearing a beat in the wind, you know their drums play on

Set boldly within the hills are the ruins of this civilization

Hieroglyphics painted on stone boulders as reminders

I want to stay and sit here in the sandy wind and listen

Hear them still running and hunting on this desert floor

Feeling the ancient knowledge here for me to find

The java lina still roam here, the mule deer still bed down

But these wondrous people of southern Arizona

Have been gone from this desert place for some time

Moving as civilization pushed them physically along

Their ancestors still stand watch over this..