From the recording New Music
Bruce wrote the music & lyrics and plays all the instruments.
Patrick sings lead vocals.
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