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