Atacama Rain

Low mountain
high hill
oh when will
the rolling stop
the donkey's strolling                                 High there  
the mule won't drop                                    Atacama
                                                                    High high high
                                                                    in the low plains
And I am an Andes afterlude                      high high high
I am aimless in afterlude                             sky's an altitude
                                                                     coming down
                                                                      take off
In the Atacama                                              to the valleys
all died up                                                     that do dive down
and I have plied my cup                               bring a tear
and got nothing in return                               to the dryest town
for all the stars that my eyes earn
over you                                                       High there Atacama
                                                                     high high high
                                                                      campfires burn  
Your Andes                                                   the smoke
out of reach                                                   before the astronomer's eye
I am stranded                                                 no-one's cried a tear here
for all the love you teach                               for a million skies
                                                                       go down to Atacama
                                                                       down to the lands   
Can you call up Atacama rain                        that rise
to come and refresh me once again
                                                                       Wise you are to know
                                                                        all the stars in skies
Its the Atacama                                               high high Atacama
Atacama rain                                                   without a disguise
call it Karma                                                   deserts are empty                  At Atacama
Karma again                                                    deserts are true                      stars attract
                                                                        there's an abundance             take the universe   
                                                                        of nothingness                       as your tract
I shouldn't have let love all dry up                  they offer you
I should have given up                                                                                  Atacama rain
but here I am                                                    High high Atacama               could be grain 
going on                                                           high down there                    and you train
when there's no land                                        in the sky altitude                  your view of space
left to walk upon                                              of the lowest air.                   silver lines
                                                                                                                       the stars outline
                                                                                                                       like lattice
Drench me now                                                                                              of a lace
drench me
in Atacama rain                 Observe the sky                                                    Atacama rain
of I'll just go on again        why?                                                                     is train of vision
in Atacama rain.                 because you're not happy                                     and you can again
                                            with the one you're looking at                              trace your thought
                                           are you                                                                  thru moonbeams
                                                                                                                         caught
                                                                                                                          in their gravities
                                            Look away from the desert                                   lain
                                            desert this earth
                                            you see things faraway                                        Atacama rain
                                            as being of more worth                                         is something
                                                                                                                          skywatcher's
                                                                                                                          can explain
                                            Spy the stars
                                            make good use                                                      Take time
                                            of moonbars                                                           to see it
                                            avert your gaze                                                       Atacama rain
                                            from Atacama                                                        you've just got
                                             see thru                                                                  to train yourself
                                            this sky's haze                                                         to see it
                                             thru a gauze                                                           to those who do
                                             of prism                                                                 its plain.
                                            start to amaze

                                            Look away from Atacama
                                            avert your gaze
                                            see the stars above you
                                            find your way
                                             thru the maze.