Pray for the foothills Home to the drone of Power lines and rock doves Mountains grey as velvet Field for dots of yucca White and jacaranda Facing the sky As the day burns away Is a desert in mourning Sheltering the dead stones Cradle of the lost bones Home of eternal comings and goings
Blinking away the sunrise Listening to the wind blow Angels with dirty faces face Another day in limbo Beckoning fire from Heaven Everything seems so stone-cold Beating the drums of change Another day in limbo
Pray for the foothills Goatherds and windmills And satellite dishes Petroglyph talkers meet Iron-willed walkers Who grant them no wishes Shaking a fist at the air Seems to bring on a blackening sky In the crackling of embers Old men remember Walking in beauty in the dawn of their lives
Blinking away the sunrise Listening to the wind blow Angels with dirty faces face Another day in limbo Beckoning fire from Heaven Everything seems so stone-cold Beating the drums of change Another day in limbo
Pray for the foothills Iron horse with four wheels Bucks a drunken rider Pawns of the pawn kings Corn-silk of heartstrings tattered and blighted They sing in the sand for the son of the land Who sought fire in water Faith like a kernal rising up in thermals Hope springs eternal once in awhile
[2x:] Blinking away the sunrise Listening to the wind blow Angels with dirty faces face Another day in limbo Beckoning fire from Heaven Everything seems so stone-cold Beating the drums of change Another day in limboTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
