Flying south, over a desert land   Long as   Find a water land on my side   There's a picture frame   My life burning in the flames   I'm crashing down, fire all around   Burn, I see no dawn   And my plane falling upon the ground   I can see mirror sand      In the darkness I can hear a voice   It's calling   It's calling I hear   It calling out my name      You gave me the will to carry on   In this struggle to survive   You were keeping me alive   And now I need your voice to guide me home   Point the way just like an arrow   Where it shows is shall be my road      Travelling east throung the mountains and the plain   Where it snows, where it hails and where it rains   Walking on through some foreign everglades   Frozen winds cut through me like razor-blades   If I die today they must know where my body lays   I carve my name upon a stone      In the darkness I can hear a voice   It's calling   It's calling I hear   It calling out my name      You gave me the will to carry on   In this struggle to survive   You were keeping me alive   And now I need your voice to guide me home   Point the way just like an arrow   Where it shows is shall be my road