Desert Blues

What kind of fool, baby,
would drag himself into this?
What kind of fool, baby,
would drag himself into this?
I have no regrets, baby,
Just got a shot of pain in my chest

Got shot in the back, babe,
Can't make my getaway,
Got shot in the back, babe,
Can't make my getaway,
Thought you were tail gating,
Now you're about a thousand miles away

I was burned out on the highway,
Riding on the stretch of tears,
I was burned out on the highway,
Riding on the stretch of tears,
There's burning rubber, baby,
Blood rising on pavement over here

I reached out for the wheel,
Felt the engine clinch my hand,
I reached out for the wheel,
Felt the engine clinch my hand,
If she won't hold me tight,
May as well dig my grave in the sand

Tumble

A river of torn memories cuts through my eyes,
Writing letters sinking on vanishing train lines,
Only snakes and scorpions pry into cactus skins,
Soaking up their venom and drying out everything

When cactus thorns grow as high as prison bars,
And gash just as deep and cause perminant scars,
When realizing that years of freedom were not,
Lying inside caskets under desert sands to rot

And a river is only imagined,
And a mountain is all but crumbled,
In dry winds flutter ravens,
And in sands dead branches tumble

Ship wrecks leave nothing but lanterns and quests,
Deserted beaches hold unearthed treasure chests,
There is so much beauty in the legends been told,
Mirages promised treasures of starlight and gold

Last glimmers of a star that had darkened my mind,
In desert nights was the only light that would shine,
Tumbling blindly in hopes it would guide my hands,
Aimlessly searching for oases in the sand

And a river is only imagined,
And a mountain is all but crumbled,
In dry winds flutter ravens,
And in sands dead branches tumble