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