On my way through a desert of plenty and opulence;  
Far away from oases of blessed emptiness;

Across the endless dunes,
And sizzling afternoons,
Scorched by the heat of wealth.
  

Straight ahead is an image of quenching luxuries;
What is true is this wandering path my spirit sees;

For this desert trek of life
Isn't barren and parched by the heat of the sun;
But it's marked with 
Comfort and wealth and all the finest things
This quest for my soul.

 

On my way through a desert of plenty and opulence;  
Far away from oases of blessed emptiness;
 
But this desert of my life
Isn't barren and parched by the heat of the sun;;
I see a vision--
Riches and wealth, all the finest wonders-- 
Cooling! Right in front of me!
I know it's no mirage I'm seeing;
This desert has freed me--I'm home!