Bruce Main

Lyrics

City streets and concrete canyons
Too many rats, too small a cage
Time to head out to the desert
Leave the chaos, turn the page

Road runs straight to the horizon
Headed east into the sun
Passing farm trucks and crawling semis
Like I'm shot out of a gun

Away from neon lights and cars
I can see a million stars
Almost touch them they're so near
If there's a God he lives out here

I can hear the coyotes callin'
See road runner streak away
Feel the heat waves rise from the sand
In the middle of the day

Lizard King sunning on a rock
Mr. Rattler in the shade
Cactus needles in my boots
Meanest plant God ever made

Away from neon lights and cars
I can see a million stars
Almost touch them they're so near
If there's a God he lives out here

Where pink clouds look like mountains
And pink mountains look like clouds
Purple rim rocks in the dusk
Far from big city crowds

Flat topped mesa in the distance
Sunset's fire ignites the sky
Desert will be cold tonight
Crescent moon is hangin' high