(I never planned this trip)
I saw my past in the sun like a tongue
(that slowly dripped)
People faced me with lazarus eyes
They were red and dazed like fat horse flies
I was lost in twelve directions
I was searching for my own reflection
In a desert town I found
A future old and broke like roman ruins
I been turned around it's true
The postage past is due
This heat is twisted like a knife
I got the picture but I lost the frame
(where did it begin)
Thought I was holy but that's not the case
I'm just too tired to sin
Sun glistening like a frightened fist
This latitude doesn't exist
In a desert town I found
Nothing is going to be the way it should
What I thought I lost I could get back
Take the blade and hack my way back to another day
Instant that, instant this, instant that, instant this . . .
In a desert town I found
A future old and broke like roman ruins
I been turned around it's true
The postage past is due
This heat is twisting like a knife
In a desert town the sound
Whispers like like the women at the well
In this dry high wind I bend
Like a cactus in the sand
I'm waiting, waiting for your hand
I hitched a ride to a desert town (I never planned this trip) I saw my past in the sun like a tongue (that slowly dripped) People faced me with lazarus eyes They were red and dazed like fat horse flies I was lost in twelve directions I was searching for my own reflection In a desert town I found A future old and broke like roman ruins I been turned around it's true The postage past is due This heat is twisted like a knife I got the picture but I lost the frame (where did it begin) Thought I was holy but that's not the case I'm just too tired to sin Sun glistening like a frightened fist This latitude doesn't exist In a desert town I found Nothing is going to be the way it should What I thought I lost I could get back Take the blade and hack my way back to another day Instant that, instant this, instant that, instant this . . . In a desert town I found A future old and broke like roman ruins I been turned around it's true The postage past is due This heat is twisting like a knife In a desert town the sound Whispers like like the women at the well In this dry high wind I bend Like a cactus in the sand I'm waiting, waiting for your hand Explain Request ×
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