Shasta! Shasta!

I see your darkness in the sandstorm, I see your toiling by the sea, I feel you moving in the womb; kid, are you lost?
Your body doesn’t fit the landscape, you’re not owned by a Calormene
I’ve got a similar sensation; can we fly? can we fly? can we fly?

I’m being called out by a lion
He’s got a ripping hold on me
I won’t survive the transformation; are you safe?
The desert’s moving like a river, the black is eating out the sun
This horse’s body is your blanket; are you cold? are you cold? are you cold?

Do you want to ride north? Do you want to go home?
You can spend it, you can waste it, but you won’t find it if you don’t believe
So I will bear you if I can take you, but you must promise me one thing:

Don’t stop kicking in the womb, kid; you’re not lost