Dave Changes His Tune About a Tune

I have often criticized the inane, vague, occasionally cryptic, occasionally matter-of-fact lyrics of the song "A Horse with No Name" but I'm old enough to admit when I'm wrong, and I now realize I was dead wrong (and beating a dead horse) when I knocked these lyrics-- and there is great irony in this-- because if the narrator is accurate about the heat being hot, then his brain, like mine at this very moment, is addled by the high temperature, and when he describes the desert as being comprised of "plants and birds and rocks and things" he's not being obtuse on purpose-- he can't think of a better word than "things" because his consciousness is baked by the sun (and the song is only two chords because the music is stunted from the heat and parched ground) and so the structure and lyrics to this song are not imprecise and ill-defined; they are fuzzy and nebulous due to weather . . . this song is an extended pathetic fallacy and quite perfect.