One foot in front of the other

The sun beats down

One foot in front of the other

My lips taste of salt

And my skin complains of friction

One foot in front of the other

One mile goes into another

I left my ability to compute fractions

Somewhere down the last hill

One foot in front of the other

The well was low when I started

Kept refilling from it with disregard

Drink the last sandy drips

Now we dig