Thirst

You can lead a horse to water But you can't make her drink So you wander through the desert Searching for a mirage Lipstick and pantyhose Can't quench that thirst She keeps pursuing the illusion While the riders dehydrated soul Clings to her dusty mane Each one is traveling alone A creative cactus juice Can't quench that thirst Her righteous instincts force her to focus Because of the weight of the silence Sliding off her back She gallops through the sandstorm There is no sight, nothing but light Cant quench that thirst A skeleton horse trots steadily along Dead arms never quit holding her In death they find unity Which is identical to the moment He strokes her face As they've found the water of life And they can't quench that thirst