No Mans Land

No Man s Land The sun is high, your bed s made up You say you prayers and you get out Your coffee simmers, your breakfast s done You turn your key and start your run In No Man s Land Covered in sand The lonesome signs and ancient dust You choose to move, than sit and rust To live to dream, and dream to rock To serve one s right to leave the flock In No Man s Land Covered in sand As it seems to me There s no other way to be Than to leave your flock Live your dreams and rock No matter what, the time