In the desert, in a distance    Is a woman who prays    She is finished with the image    She has changed her face    Bows her head down to the ground    She is waiting, weary    bows her head down to the ground    And then she disappears       This is not about the word    There are many words    This is just about- real    When there are many things to one       I don't think I've ever learned this    Nobody ever taught me- real    When there is nothing but: now       In the desert, in a distance,    Is a man who prays    He is finished with the image    He has changed his face    Bows his head down to the ground    He is waiting unconcerned    Lifts his head up to the sky    And so he will remain       This is not about men    There are many men    This is just about- real    When there are many things to one       I don't think I've ever learned this   Nobody ever taught me- real    When there is nothing but: now    This is not about the word    There are many words    This is just about- real    When there are many things to one    I don't think I've ever learned this    Nobody ever taught me- real    When there is nothing but: now (the future is now)    When there is nothing but: now (the future is now)    When there is nothing but: now.