Colt Dark Nevada
So far away
So far from home
A strangers land
I’m free to roam
I see frost on the window
Like tiny salty flowers
The desert dries to dust
In between the showers
I see sand on the white lines
Shift as its blown
I cruise on the right side
With hours to go
Darkness makes me fear the dawn
The stars hollow empty forms
Vibrating desperation
In between the storms
