Mary Black - Crusader

There's a wilderness
It's a no man's land
Between Alice Springs and the ocean
Seventeen hundred miles of burning sand
And a silken thread keeps a hold on you
When the emptieness like a potion tends to fray your reason strand by strand
And there's no more need for the mask your wear
When the last goodbyes have been said
So kiss the cheeks of you dearest friends
And turn to the desert ahead
Now you're on your own like a sailing ship
You're the captain, crew and sailors
Turn around and this is what you see

Chorus

This me facing me all alone
'Cause I choose to be with the wind and the sun on me only me