Out west,

The desert plains are restless.

Wildflowers like fires

Lighting up the sage brush.

Get used to this:

The fleeting hours

Out among the sandstone towers.

Who am I kidding?

Anyone would kill to be here.

I’m not a failure,

I’m an ephemeral being.

How are you living?

Cut it with the sad feeling.

You’re not a failure,

You’re an ephemeral being.

Out west,

You cannot miss the sunset.

Purple sky for miles,

Violet light forever.

Get used to this:

Drifting of stars,

Fireworks of flame and flowers.

Who am I kidding?

Anyone would kill to be here.

I’m not a failure,

I’m an ephemeral being.

How are you living?

Cut it with the sad feeling.

You’re not a failure,

You’re an ephemeral being.

Walking on the ridge-line,

Seeing every moment passing by:

I’m ephemeral feeling.

I’m ephemeral.

Who am I kidding?

Anyone would kill to be here.

I’m not a failure,

I’m an ephemeral being.

How are you living?

Cut it with the sad feeling.

You’re not a failure,

You’re an ephemeral being