I look out my hotel window
to the flat lands far below
I knew I had to come here
it's a place I just had to know
I see the lines they left behind
that run across The Andes
etched into the dry dead ground
what will a Nazca Line do for me
The day goes by so slowly
I watch them as they work
they walk the lines back and forth
they don't mind that I lurk
I try to make some sense of
all that's going on
but floating so high up in the sky
every thing I come up with seems wrong
Nights down here seem to go to fast
I like to watch the sky
down here in the Southern Hemi
you see things that make you wonder why
you begin to feel so very small
just a part of the mystery
this is a very sacred place
rich in history