On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard...

Hold my hands down So they don't, they don't reach for you In case you don't know A saint is a sinner too Blind my eyes So I can't see What's coming for you Is coming for me I hear the choir sing Calling me on back to you And I, I forget now just what...