One hundred days in dessert sand
a drifter in no-man's land
following someone else's caravan

I roam like a nomad since I left
soaking in solitude
I can go without water but not without you

100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200 more It's up to you to rescue me
100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200
100 days one summer

two hundred degrees I'm burning down
I don't sleep at all at night
I lie awake wondering if you're alright

Civilization rises up [bad word] into view
mirages of places I once went with you

100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200 more It's up to you to rescue me
100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200
100 days one summer

three hundred times put to the test
a sultan without a land
looking for someone who could understand

one hundred days in dessert sand
it didn't go how I planned
I never knew missing you would hurt so bad