Enter Belladonna A wild child, nomad, homeless She is like the sand on a Dune Hill, ever-changing She hitchhikes across the country Who is the wandering woman Lost in loneliness? She is the shadow of a woman On the desert sand She rides Highway leads to highway Belladonna rides Where is the woman’s destination In this continent? She is the daughter of Displacement Cursed to roam the land She rides City after city Belladonna rides And she rides Sunrise on to sunset Belladonna rides Traveler, vagabond Traveler, vagabond Dune Hill, she’s a Dune Hill Dune Hill, she’s a Dune Hill And she rides