Mars - Wipers

When ours was the land

We had a medicine man

He longed into the night

Then painted the desert skies

We should understand

The world as it stands

Wish you were here

Yeah

When ours was the land

We gave the dust in the hand

We went to the sky

And wished this could be in ours eyes

Our story we left in the sand

We left it for the medicine man

Wish you were here

Oh yeah