Realtime Desert Eyes
Pretty as a picture of children in Africa She rises in the morning with yesterday's eyes Her lover has left her longing in loneliness She wants him so badly she misses his lies I ain't gonna cry I ain't gonna cry These eyes are dry These desert eyes She walks through a wasteland of dreams and broken promises Where pimps, pawns, and porno shops thrust neon to the sky Is she just invisible or so completely isolated No-one cares to comfort her or even wonders why I ain't gonna cry I ain't gonna cry These eyes are dry These desert eyes Water smoothed the wrinkles of her time-worn face Was it the rain dripping from her hood I could have offered shelter, perhaps a bite to eat But the world was warm and dry from where I stood And I didn't want to frighten her I didn't have the time I mean, what could I offer But a moment's peace of mind? (Music & lyrics by Delon Dotson; ©1992 Delon Dotson)
