I dreamed I saw Yusuf Islam
singing about boots and sand
after he was told by uncle Sam
He's no longer welcome on this Land
In the desert riding on a tour bus
he sang of a place records turn gold
He's trying to understand the fuss
about his religious conviction,
that seems to have caused a storm,
in the hot desert of the depiction.
Perhaps the weather will be wetter
when we are all on the peace train.
Some times a cool breeze is better
after a little proverbial rain
