Out in the red rock desert   Sitting on the roof of my car   Drinking cans of warm beer   Watching the sky get dark   Gail and I shot our empties   With an old rusted rifle   Her golden hair went flying   Like a wild brush fire   When the mountains turn red at dusk      Time passed in the burning desert   And the tumbleweeds, they tumbled   We lay in a golden fire   As the screaming buzzards circled   Far down the darkened valley   The city lights still twinkled   But my eye saw the beauty   And her hair in golden fire   When the mountains turn red at dusk      But the fire burned right through her   It followed unseen voices   They led her to the city   Deep in the darkened valley   I draw circles through the alleys   Calling my burdened lover   But Gail ran deeper into the gloom   Screaming at the streetlights   And I lost her hair forever   Deep in the valley's darkness   My Gail with the golden hair   That burned as bright as fire   When the mountains turned red at dusk